Novel & Cerita Followers Of The Apocalypse

He wanted to gain power, but I couldn't believe he would go so far for that, especially after the apocalypse. "You know Irene was just a regular human, so I had to pay more attention to her. Can you stop being mad at me already?" "You paid so much attention to her, you slept with her," I mocked. "You're still mad at me," commented Joshua, this time gentler. "Can't the three of us just get along? It's a post-apocalyptic world. This isn't the same civilization you know any more, Sera. A powerful man can have more than one partner. You and Irene are best friends, so you two can get along better, I'm sure."

Whilst all around them society descended into over-regulated conservatism (cinema, television, the Internet, and literature taking the hardest prohibitive hits—people had actually been fined for reading banned ‘supernatural’ books and comics featuring the undead, even those published well before the outbreak), religion had taken an unexpected backseat. Geraldine had been of the assumption that the apocalypse, which she’d always known would come on slow, would end up sending people flocking back to the church. Only no. Faith, itself, had been infected. Though in the end, at the pitiful, sad conclusion of it all, most people came around. Death made believers out of most. And that was her role

I don't want to break anything back. Since I can't find my friends, I decide to go back downstairs and ignore Cara, but I start to hear a lot of commotion as I approach the stairs. The music is stopped and several people are screaming violently. I peek out carefully, thinking that someone must be fighting. But when I do, what I see is different. At the door, there are several guys with ski masks and guns in hand. -Where's Azael Grimm?! - shouts one of them pointing at a girl in the head. Her heart begins to beat rapidly and my hands are shaking.

Scott asked. “There was another incident near the Vamp Monument. The vampire community was out for a massive reunion and three fledglings were abducted by a group of Apopis– the worshippers of the Apep serpent. Having gained a lot of knowledge about manipulating the power of the sun, the Apep serpent has bestowed upon all his followers a gift of manipulating the sun’s energy. Unfortunately, this disabled all the defences of even the oldest of the vampires; you know the sun is lethal for them. The war was lost within minutes when they were blinded, burned temporarily, or incapacitated by the heat. Before they could think of something else, the Apopises had coiled around the fledglings and had

Sarah insisted on giving every child a small sweet roll every Sunday, while Thomas complained she would bankrupt the bakery. She always laughed and baked more. Some traditions, she said, deserved to survive the apocalypse. *** As the months passed by, the city's expansion continued almost every week. Word had spread farther than Aaron ever imagined. Small survivor groups arrived regularly. Sometimes they came in trucks, or on bicycles. While sometimes they walked for weeks. Each arrival told the same story. "We heard there was a city." At first they didn't believe the rumors. Neither had Claire Morgan. Yet here she was, the former army sergeant had become one of Aaron's most trusted officers

People still checked phones with no signal, locked doors that ghosts ignored, and argued about property lines while the dead waited politely on the sidewalk. The strangest part was how ordinary fear became once it had chores. A man could be terrified of his dead wife in the mirror and still ask where to put donated blankets. A child could carry incense with both hands and complain it smelled like old homework. No one got used to it. They only got better at moving before fear froze them. Zhao Feng's burning whistle dragged him back by the ankle. The living survivors saw it on every incense flame. For the first time since the apocalypse began, gods looked afraid of human law.

It is a real gift! 'Weren't there several ancient mystics doing real fortune-telling on the feeds last moon-cycle?' 'I am completely speechless at these brainless pack followers.' 'Don't you feel a massive stab of guilt in your chest for belittling such a heroic rescue?' 'In the minds of these blind followers, all they know how to do is worship their favorite alphas and ignore real honor.' 'Followers of Darius, his little brother, and Ezekiel—that is quite enough. Even I, a total casual viewer, cannot stand this toxic howling anymore.'

I can't wait to see you homeless, surrounded by zombies—that'll be real fun. With that, they struggled to lead the three mastiffs away, tugging and pulling them with effort. I exhaled a silent sigh of relief—but it was short-lived. The pets might be obedient now, but under the apocalypse system, every creature would become the most loyal guardian to its owner. So not only would I have to dodge zombies, but also Vicky's malicious attacks. The apocalypse, with enemies stacked against me, had officially become hell mode. Shaking off the shock, I looked down at Leo in my arms.

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.

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso