Best Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

His comment made Scarlet, Rayne, and Rexy delighted. Biggy was the captain of the Apocalyptic Legion and the most powerful zombie. He was a Rank 5 Honorable Ranked Zombie. Lucas led the Apocalyptic Legion to an abandoned city. Behind it was a black mountain that was giving off a very strong presence. That mountain was the most powerful Dark organization in the southern region of the Holy Land, the Dark Mountain. As for the city… Perhaps no one had visited the place in a very long time. There were lots of zombies there.

“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.

Adrian said. Considering that Apadore was where we lost one of our own, let’s just say it wasn’t our favorite place in the world. “The reapers are invading Apadore?,” Rick asked. Apparently , the alligence made a few new friends during their whole human Extinction” campaign said Adrian. Hello? Last time we were there a whole Bunch of hybrids wanted us dead,” ‘The Alligence wanted you dead,” Lisa said. “Apadore is the safest place in the world for hybrids. Thousands of refugees go there to escape Vanity.

He rather is selfish than be kind only to regret it when he has to pay for it with his life. The man seemed to be making an effort to staying calm, he spoke, “Now wait a minute, there are barely enough houses for the people I have with me and you surely must know that the apocalypse weather is worse than normal, the winter is probably going to last a long time and it's going to be very harsh. You can't be serious about not allowing us into the community, I worked as a security guard at the community. I know it's perfect for the apocalypse, if you and your friends don't want to join our base it's fine but you really can't be planning to keep all those mansions empty.” By the time the man stop

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.

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.