Best Post Apocalyptic Comics Novels & Stories

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

That's what happens in the apocalypse movies," Zylah said with a shrug. Cities collapse and humanity freaks out. I just hope that at the end of this no one will be turned undead. Or, at best, that some dead comes back to life. That statement, somehow, made me sweaty cold. The only consolation of the next day was knowing that all humanity breathed relieved to have gotten rid of a nuclear attack, because everything else was real crap. Miguel and Paul even managed to convince the rulers of our country not to go to war. Both remained alongside the head of state security to prevent him from giving the approval to the war. I didn't know how they found the man's location, if some magic was really a

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."