Books About Post Apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

The infected have picked up their scent. "Open up! Please!" a woman shrieked. She slammed her weight against the reinforced steel over and over. The metallic thuds sounded like gunshots in the warehouse. "They are coming! Oh God they are right behind us!" I felt a freezing coldness in my chest. In my past life I would have opened the door right away. I would have run out to help them. I used to think that people were always good.. The end of the world changed that. If I opened that door the monsters would swarm inside. Everything I worked hard to store would be gone in seconds.

Through the heavy insulation, a horrific, low-pitched screaming sound was echoing—the sound of the real, unmitigated atmospheric nitrogen storm clawing at the concrete foundations of their sanctuary. ​Her golden finger timeline ledger flared with total, absolute clarity. In her past life, this specific sub-zero freeze had locked the entire continent in an unbreakable sheet of glacial ice for three months, forcing the remaining local factions into a brutal, primitive war for survival over coal repositories, insulated clothing, and medical supplies. To stabilize the region's atmosphere and stop the freeze from turning the basin into a permanent dead zone, they had to leave the safety of the b

"Six days. The first quake. Then the power. Then the collapse. You remember it differently than most—you lived it once already." The air left my lungs. "How do you—" "Because I'm like you." He leaned forward. "Not exactly. I didn't come back the same way you did. But I know what you are. And I know what's hunting you." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "You're a Hell Maiden, Emma." The words hung between us. I laughed. It came out sharp and disbelieving. "A what?" "Hell Maiden. The apocalypse doesn't just end the world. It opens doors. And women like you—who've been through fire and come out harder—you're the ones who walk through those doors changed."

And then everything went dark. Present Day I’m lying down. Awake, but unwilling to move. I know I can’t stay in one place for long. Today’s refuge is an abandoned, water-damaged house, where the makeshift bed of cardboard and filthy pillows is at least dry. You’d think that a year after the apocalypse, people would have adapted. Nope. They just became worse. Men rule the world now. Most women were taken—by the demons of hell, as the survivors call them. The destroyers of our world.

After training for two solid hours, she was drenched in sweat and exhausted to the bone, yet she felt strangely comfortable afterward. If she wanted to survive and live better than others, she had to keep improving. Nicole made a schedule. Two hours a day for physical training. Three hours studying traditional medicine. Another two hours teaching herself basic surgical knowledge. The storage space held over 100 books, all quietly taken from the university library. She could work through them over the coming years. She had also grabbed psychology books. Those needed attention, too. In the apocalypse, people didn't just die from disasters. The ones who survived longest were often no longer nor

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

The novel The Future belongs to the apocalyptic genre, the virus explodes, the human race appears as mutants, the animals begin to dominate the earth, but after the mutant race, it is not death that becomes more powerful. so the animals started to fight, finally humans regained the dominion, started to establish H city, trying to restore world order. The female lead is born a heterogeneous, not created by anything, is a purebred human with a very precious status.

Guardian confidently began to explain the so-called good news from him. In short, Guardian's explanation was something very simple. In that blissful world of magic and fantasy related by Guardian he is in a state of stagnation and was slowly falling into decline. According to Guardian, the world functioned mechanically similar to a certain RPG with dungeons and fire-breathing reptiles. Apparently Guardian had already sent other people to that world, some were more successful than others, apparently, according to Guardian, the vast majority of reincarnates, not to say all, had died, many died of old age and others had bad luck or took bad decisions.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.

“It’s far more dangerous here. It will be especially so once the aliens are eliminated.” Pete cocked his head in thought. “Do you really feel that it’s safer on the surface? You had a nuclear war and all.” “It’s prettier here,” Kendra offered, “but the only thing we have to worry about there are the aliens and zombies and they’ll soon be eliminated. You’ll still have giant animals that are thought to be extinct to contend with and… other things that are giant.”