Best Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

“And?” I looked toward the road ahead. “They’re giving me a chance to stop it.” Marcus didn’t say anything. Neither did I. But for the first time, I wasn’t thinking about Daniel. I wasn’t thinking about Sophia. I wasn’t thinking about revenge. The apocalypse was coming. The Collectors were moving. And someone inside our own safe haven had betrayed us. This time, I wasn’t going to wait for the future to happen. I was going to change it.

"No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now." Mom wiped her eyes and took my hand. "You did the right thing, Flint. This world has changed, and we just need to survive." I felt a massive weight lift off my chest seeing Mom and Dad finally harden their hearts. In an apocalypse, kindness was the quickest way to get a death warrant. Again, the system chimed. "'Human Fishing' mission successfully completed! Calculating rewards… "Congratulations! Rewards include a small-scale nuclear fusion generator, a high-pressure water cannon, an indoor soilless hydroponic lab, and three top-tier cold-resistant c

A top-tier support, a top-tier defense, plus my system and maxed-out combat skills… They made for the ultimate combination in an apocalypse! In the days that followed, we did not just hide in the system space. I farmed rage points by luring zombies, exchanged them for supplies, and traveled north with my parents, rescuing many kind-hearted survivors and establishing our own survivor base. Dad became the most popular person on the base. Every day at mealtimes, long lines formed outside the cafeteria, all for a bite of Chef Stewart's beef brisket. It not only filled their stomachs but also gave them superhuman strength and endless spirit.

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

At a time like this, anyone who dared to preach saintly nonsense could pack their bags and get the hell out immediately—no exceptions. Thankfully, even the most morally inclined among them—Heather and Cassandra—had only sighed without saying anything. That meant they had truly grasped the cruelty of the apocalypse and no longer held illusions about human nature. By afternoon, Ray saw people wrapped in thick quilts charging out of the residential complex. With no water from him, they had no choice but to gamble. But every nearby convenience store and supermarket had already been thoroughly looted by Ray—even the toilet paper was gone. They were doomed to find absolutely nothing.

Poppy grinned as she showed the tray that she, Lily, and Jason were carrying. The tray contained a variety of thinly sliced meats, which were certainly very rare in times like these during the Apocalypse. Even someone as expressionless as Charles couldn't hide his surprise when he saw it. “I didn't know you had so much meat in stock,” Charles said, unable to resist telling Poppy. “We found a lot of resources when we left the base last time. It's rare that we get to enjoy food like this, so isn't it more enjoyable when we enjoy it together like this?” Poppy smiled broadly as she looked at everyone sitting in a circle in front of the bonfire.

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.”

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

A light frown on my face would make him panic. I used to think I was the happiest woman in the world—until that familiar scar appeared in a trending post written by a woman who claimed she had given birth to her best friend's husband's child. It felt so surreal that I could barely believe it, yet the truth sat there on my screen, cruelly crushing everything I once believed.