Best Post Apocalyptic Comics Novels & Stories

CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE SUMMARY Born By Power started its book with the first series titled "Chaos and Apocalypse". Chaos And Apocalypse had a total of 39 chapters before it concluded with the main characters fading off reality and forgotten characters, returning back to the scene. Chaos and Apocalypse had over 30 chapters with a few only living to see the last chapter of the book. Its main villain was Hades, who under the series, was referred to as many names ranging from Death, the great death, the destroyer, Darkness, and the Ruler of the Underworld. The sudden conclusion paced way for the next of the book, under the Born By Power series. Chaos And Apocalypse was surrounded around the mistak

Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right? Because of these sense of crisis, many groups emerged out depending on which area they are belonged to. Also, money becomes paper and barter system became the only channel for exchange. However, who wants to barter with the foods they have, right? Some people don’t follow the barter system but steals. If stealing doesn’t succeed, killing proceeds. It is the motto used by barbaric groups who preferred stealing than barter system. These are the whole situation only for the second day of the apocalypse. So, what do you think will happen in the next upcoming days?

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

The kind that can only be earned in the face of death. Mr. Yellow sat beside me on the stone ledge, chewing contentedly on a honey bun larger than his head. He sighed dramatically. “Well, that was dramatic,” he said, licking his paw. “But I must say, for a kingdom on the brink of destruction, your people throw a surprisingly tasteful post-apocalypse picnic.” I chuckled, resting my head against the cool stone. “You didn’t help much, you know.” “Excuse me, I organized vegetable warfare. Broccolini is traumatized.”

The importance of maintaining resources that didn’t depend on anyone else’s cooperation to function. One line stopped me completely. *If the ordinary systems fail, people will look for answers only after they need them.* I read it twice, something cold settling low in my chest. Margaret hadn’t been predicting one specific event. But she had clearly, deliberately prepared for a world where the systems everyone depended on might simply stop working. ----- The most recent maintenance entry gave me pause. Too recent. I checked the paper log beside the console and found most of it routine, unremarkable — until the very last entry.

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

With fewer residents but higher quality, Hope Base managed fairly well during the apocalypse. The Firebrand Base, on the other hand, suffered from extreme resource shortages. Yet its leader was ruthless, ranked among the top ten toughest people in the apocalypse. He killed zombies outside the base and his own people inside. When resources ran critically low, he would cull the population to keep the base at a manageable level. His cruelty was extreme, but the Firebrand Base was resilient, never experiencing internal revolts or uprisings. During the apocalypse, humans were often more dangerous than zombies, especially when resources ran low. People would act like wild animals just to survive.

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.