Books About Surviving The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“Okay, we have only 17 hours now to order as much things as possible food, clothing, water and other stuff, I will take care of food, and will use all the money I have in my possession to order it, Dani here are our clothes measurements, you handle the clothing and shoes and also the things like showers supplies and towels, make sure to make some clothes a few size bigger, you said that winter was especially bad in the apocalypse so you make sure to order thick clothing, do the same for all corresponding seasons.” “Noah, you handle the tools we need to survive in the apocalypse, such as generators, water, a lot of water, get as many of those as you can. Also, please buy guns and weapons too.

“Didn’t you say that there were intelligent ones on the surface?” “Not like this,” Kendra admitted. “Perhaps they start out like this and then regress,” Felix suggested. “Maybe these zombies are newly made. After all, look how long it took for the brains to be destroyed with the amazons.” Kendra nodded. “Good point.” Then with a slow shake of her head, she added, “We can’t waste a second, yet I have no idea what to do.” Pete thought for a minute. “Do you think there might be an underground entrance? While in the military, we found that most of our enemies had secret escape routes in the event of an emergency evacuation. Maybe they do too.”

Every extra day was a win. Once I decided, I didn't stall. I jumped into the supply rush. With the apocalypse looming, order flatlined. Everyone was hunting for powerhouse pets. I used the chaos, slipped into the supermarket warehouse, hauling out hundreds of pounds of staples—oil, grains, canned goods—trip by trip. Instant meals. Self-heating ready-to-eat packs. Dry noodles. I wiped the shelves clean. I ran my beat-up car back and forth until half my apartment was stacked with bottled water alone.

But it was the last place with survivors still standing. Ara had lived here her whole life. She knew every back alley, every shortcut, every building the zombies had not yet claimed. That knowledge was the only thing keeping her alive most days. Just as they thought they had managed to escape the zombies, a new set of zombies came rushing out from another street with force, running towards them. Once more, they ran. Ara, exhausted, starving, and injured, kept forcing herself forward because Ryan was waiting for her at their hideout. A heavy backpack filled with food, medicine, weapons, and supplies bounces painfully against her back while a fresh zombie bite burns beneath her sleeve. She kno

(Ken) Two of them stupefied by my weird list, their eyes alternate between me and the list. "....…Apocalypse Survival shelter?…..I'm sure it's gonna be crucial when zombies roam around..or something like that?….". ".......well make sense, you definitely need that if the zombie apocalypse does happen….". (Terry) "Yeah, make sense…it's realistic to planned early, better safe than sorry right....". (Ken)

The morning’s been almost suspiciously normal. After rogue wolves and fights and running and discovering my life belongs in the fantasy section of a bookshop, I find myself standing in our driveway surrounded by grocery bags. We cleaned out half the supermarket because all of us are still eating like we've been stranded at sea for six months, and judging by the amount of food currently filling the boot, we’re planning to survive an apocalypse. The air smells like cut grass and sunshine. Birds are chirping. It feels so ordinary that part of me keeps waiting for something terrible to happen.

All six have names now. Five have estimated locations. The sixth, someone called Beaumont, is a name without a place. LUS’s model holds the others and loses Beaumont completely, as though the person steps sideways out of the graph. Maya marks the gap. She will come back to it. Resources: a continuity facility with power, redundancy, protected communications, and supply routes. An administration survives the apocalypse because, irritatingly, it is designed to survive precisely that. The world ends, civilization collapses, and somewhere beneath reinforced concrete a procurement form continues circulating for signatures.

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

However, their relief was short-lived when they realized all the food in the mansion had vanished. A smirk played on my lips as I thought, 'I wonder how you like this little surprise?' The haunts rampaged unchecked, slaughtering humans at will during the apocalypse. Even though I was in the desolate suburbs, perhaps because I had once conducted my own funeral, I could acutely sense the shift in the apocalyptic air. A dense malice swirled around, sending shivers down my spine. I could not just stand by and watch my fellow humans being massacred while I hid away, basking in solitude.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.