Best Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

Trust. Trust in me. “More food is already on the way.” I announced. “The women and children remain safe in the northern shelter. We will rebuild what was lost.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. I drew a slow breath. “Listen to me. this attack will not be the last. there are powerful people who do not want this camp to exist. They will try again.”

His voice remained barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Ivy and Darren to hear clearly. "The apocalypse has already destroyed most supply chains. Food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and equipment are becoming harder and harder to find." He gestured toward the massive facility around them. "But places like this still contain enough resources to keep hundreds of survivors alive for months." Albert continued. "The risk is enormous as there are plenty monsters here, but so is the reward." He glanced toward the assault rifle hanging from Darren's shoulder. "Besides, our weapons have already been upgraded. They're no longer limited to firing ordinary bullets."

Maybe even come out ahead. "With those resources, I could upgrade my vehicle. I could actually survive tomorrow's Crucible City Run." Greed is a contagious plague. And it wasn't just Derek. More and more lone players began shifting their attention away from the terrifying Level 6 black motorhome, toward the "treasure" scattered across the ground. An entire field of supplies! In this apocalypse, that was life itself! Derek leapt out of his vehicle, not caring whether anything belonged to him or not, salvaging anything usable and hauling it straight into his own car.