Books About Surviving The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The project was originally expected to take two weeks, but the workers finished it in just three days after I repeatedly increased their pay. With only ten days left until Christmas, I had to move quickly to stock up on supplies. I stockpiled goods using apocalypse survival guides from online bloggers and bought 50 times the amount of every item on their lists. I bought 100 boxes each of long-lasting foods such as dry rations, canned goods, and dehydrated meals. I also bought 100 crates each of staples like rice and flour, which were easy to store and prepare. I stocked up on drinking water and water filtration equipment to ensure I could access clean water when the apocalypse came.

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

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.

Not even after death. Ten years in the apocalypse were brutal. Surviving alone was hard, but running from an obsessed brother with powers was another kind of hell. Vera learned to sleep lightly, hide her tracks, lie with a straight face, fight dirty, and leave before anyone could decide she was useful enough to trap. She killed zombies, mutants, mutated animals, and people who had stopped being better than the dead. She survived heat, cold, hunger, poison rain, infected wounds, broken shelters, and nights when she had to stay awake because the scratching outside the walls did not stop.

My gaze fell to the chaos spread across my desk. Receipts. Market forecasts. Shipping manifests. Lists upon lists of survival necessities. Heirloom seeds. Freeze-resistant livestock. Industrial generators. Antibiotics. Water purification systems. Solar batteries. Fuel reserves. Medical-grade insulation. Underground ventilation systems. The numbers were horrifying. I rubbed my temple, exhaustion clawing at my skull. I had spent the entire night calculating costs and inventory projections, cross-referencing what humanity had run out of first during the first collapse. Food had failed in six days.

I knew the power grid would be the first thing to fail when the frozen apocalypse hit. Little by little, I stocked the room with frozen produce and packaged meats. These were the supplies that would save my life once the frozen apocalypse arrived. Water meant survival, so I also stocked up on plenty of drinking water. Once the two-year frozen apocalypse began, it would be impossible to buy drinking water from supermarkets. By that time, all lake water, river water, and even seawater would freeze solid. With no power and no way to make fire, everyone would be plunged into utter despair.

In addition, you must also survive in this post-apocalyptic world; otherwise, you will die in this frozen world. The broad smile on Poppy's face slowly disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of disbelief. "No way! How can I still have to survive after dying so tragically before!” Poppy fell to the ground in a pile of snow, running her hands through her hair in frustration. [Host, there is no need to be afraid. The System will help the Host survive in this apocalyptic world.] “What exactly can you do to help me?” Poppy became curious about what this entity, calling itself the System, could do to help her survive.

Repeatedly, my mobile and the home phone kept on ringing and somewhere I knew it was Ronin who was calling me and I prayed that he would get a hint that I was in some kind of danger. Praying was the only thing I could do now! Please God save me...please God send Ronin to send me...Ronin please save me, please come to rescue me; Ronin...Ronin please hear me, my love...Ronin- my mind was screaming for him begging him to save me begging God to send him to me. I was losing all my strength to fight and my will to survive, all I wanted was to die at that time. Again I was in the same helpless situation as it was 8 years ago, I slowly started giving up and let fate decide my destiny.

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.

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl