Best Post Apocalyptic Comics Novels & Stories

At a time like this, anyone who dared to preach saintly nonsense could pack their bags and get the hell out immediately—no exceptions. Thankfully, even the most morally inclined among them—Heather and Cassandra—had only sighed without saying anything. That meant they had truly grasped the cruelty of the apocalypse and no longer held illusions about human nature. By afternoon, Ray saw people wrapped in thick quilts charging out of the residential complex. With no water from him, they had no choice but to gamble. But every nearby convenience store and supermarket had already been thoroughly looted by Ray—even the toilet paper was gone. They were doomed to find absolutely nothing.

It seems , the space had upgraded again after she gives away more supplies from her space to others especially those from the other safe base. She wonders if the space upgrades and the extra soil and land were because of the kindness and helpful she gave to the others in this world . She wonders if this is her test to send her to this chaos world . She knew in this chaos world especially with the zombies and incoming mutated animals some people will be selfish and ignored the others. She had read in few novels about apocalypse about the people who become cannibal, eating human flesh becaus eof hunger . She knew after the winter and then the acid rain , maybe the cannibal groups will appears

I nodded in acknowledgment, walking ahead of her into the palace. “Do something for me.” she knelt before me on one knee waiting for my orders. “Have our people go to the refugee camp tonight.” I stood and went to take a closer look at the painting hanging on the wall. It was a painting of a tiger with a ferocious on its eyes. “Tell them to kill everyone they find there.” Food wins hearts. But blood. A cold smile formed on my lips. Blood create hatred. I chuckled. The refugees have nothing. nothing except fear. If dozens were slaughtered and if the evidence pointed towards the Easten Palace. I laughed. The same people who praised Julian would demand justice tomorrow.

"What?" Natasha stepped closer. Professor Hargrove pointed at the dates. "These experiments started eight months after civilization collapsed." Silence followed. Someone had continued experimenting after the end of the world. Elias continued reading. His expression darkened. "They were trying to create controllable infected." Aaron's eyes narrowed. "Soldiers." "Yes." The answer came immediately. "Super soldiers." Josh cursed under his breath. Damien looked disgusted. "People were dying and these bastards were still playing God."

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

"And she's also agreed to build us a doomsday shelter and invest an equivalent amount in gold bars." The picture I painted was far too tempting. The resistance on their faces began to waver. Daisy asked in a low voice, "Then… what if the apocalypse never comes?" "If it doesn't," I replied calmly, "we'll still have the gold." That sentence shattered their final line of defense. I pressed on while the iron was hot. "Dad, this is our only chance. Either we cling to a house that will be worth nothing in the apocalypse and wait to die together—

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.