Best Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

"Any luck with the bags? Tell me we didn't lose everything in the blast." "We’re officially out of rations, kid," Rafael said, sliding down to a crouch beside him. He tossed a handful of dry cedar branches near the stove. "The last of the jerky and the hardtack went up when the fermentation tanks blew. We’ve got salt, some pepper, and half a bottle of soy sauce. Not exactly a feast." "Great. So we’re starving while being hunted by a bunch of robed lunatics," Dimas muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Peak performance."

But sitting inside a concrete box while the world turned into a giant zombie buffet was a fast track to getting cornered when the really big monsters started showing up. Plus, absorbing cores actually made my arms stronger, my legs faster, and my reflexes sharper. "Who knew apocalypse fitness had such great benefits?" I chuckled, flexing my bicep. "No gym membership required, just a slight risk of getting eaten!" I stepped out onto the main street of Frosthaven. The quiet suburban town had completely transformed over the last few days. Burned-out sedans sat abandoned on the sidewalk, front lawns were scorched black from stray fireballs, and half-eaten lawn gnomes lay shattered in the drivewa

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

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.

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

after the deadly battle to the owner of the factory and find out what is inside of it, we decided that this place will be off-limit and now our group are at the front of the grass farm "Are we really going to hunt Large Serpent?"- John Carl "yes but before searching it, we should rest and eat"- Bobby as what Bobby said their groups are happily eating their pocket foods and not minding the things that happen before, living is consist of eating and being happy so in order to live normally in this apocalyptic world, the group don't let any negativity especially when they are eating

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my