Books About The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

In my past life, I had heard voices like this countless times. Mothers begging. Children crying through frozen lungs. People kneeling in the snow for a single loaf of bread or a cup of hot water. I had watched desperate parents strip off their own clothing just to wrap it around their children moments before both of them froze solid together in alleyways and abandoned subway tunnels. The memories crawled beneath my skin like ice. A cold, instinctive warning immediately rose inside me. Do not get involved. Do not create attachments. Do not expose resources. Because in the apocalypse, one act of mercy could become the crack that shattered your fortress.

The institute that had once been built upon collaboration slowly fractured under secrecy. Then disaster struck. History never recorded exactly what happened. The surviving documents disagreed. Some described an accident. Others hinted at sabotage. Several pages had been deliberately destroyed. Only the aftermath remained clear. One entire laboratory vanished. Hundreds of researchers died. The remaining survivors evacuated the facility. Project Crimson Hunger officially ended. Every surviving document was sealed. Every remaining sample was either destroyed or hidden. Zelios abandoned biomedical research almost overnight. The following decades changed the world forever. Environmental collapse

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

This time, my parents believed her completely. Other than the house we were living in, they sold the storefront and the car in a rush, converted everything into cash, and started stockpiling supplies. They ordered tens of tons of flour, bought several large freezers to store chicken, beef, fish, and pork, and hauled truckloads of daily necessities, clothes, underwear, and bathroom supplies into the house. "In the late stages of the apocalypse, anti-inflammatory medicine will be the hardest to find. We should stock up now. Later, a single pill could be worth a cow."

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.

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

With my ability to live just by absorbing the water particles in the air, I was guaranteed to survive the apocalypse. I boarded up all the windows except for the one near the balcony as a safety precaution. I then picked up the novel I had been reading. It was part of the resources that I had quickly gathered while everyone was busy fighting over the money and mocking me earlier. I had a few novels, card games, and puzzles. Although they seemed to be useless in a plant apocalypse, they were essential in keeping me sane in an isolated environment.

“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.”