Novel & Cerita Followers Of The Apocalypse

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

They were staring at him with a religious awe. "The Alpha of the North rejected you," Rowan said, his voice growing stronger, vibrating through the floor. "The Alpha of the South tried to consume you. But they are just 'Characters' in a script that has already failed." He stood up, towering over me. He wasn't the "Runt" anymore. He was the **Beast of the Apocalypse**. "We are going to find the others," Rowan declared. "And we are going to 'Delete' the hierarchy."

If anyone tried to take his food, he would fight till the end! So, they came to a unanimous decision. No. Those guys wanted supplies? Keep dreaming! If they were right, the group would come up tomorrow. Everyone understood that this wouldn't be the last time. Even if it wasn't people from the building, others would come eventually. No one wanted to live like this, always on edge. But this was the apocalypse. You either fought or got eaten. They split up to prepare. Tomorrow was going to be ugly. Back home, Nicole pulled out protective gear from her storage space. Anti-stab, anti-cut clothing.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right? Because of these sense of crisis, many groups emerged out depending on which area they are belonged to. Also, money becomes paper and barter system became the only channel for exchange. However, who wants to barter with the foods they have, right? Some people don’t follow the barter system but steals. If stealing doesn’t succeed, killing proceeds. It is the motto used by barbaric groups who preferred stealing than barter system. These are the whole situation only for the second day of the apocalypse. So, what do you think will happen in the next upcoming days?

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

‘But why do you look so alarmed? ‘Later,’ I promised, turning to face Ian. "What the hell was that?" I continued, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me. "Why did we just run?" "Because those bastards weren’t any normal warriors." Ian snapped, breaking free of my hold. "They’re the bringers of the apocalypse." They…were…that couldn’t be right. Why would the bringer of the apocalypse be attacking us? Is it possible... "Kelvin!" I snarled, punching the wall beside me.

Chapter Secenteen Veyra’s POV The meeting had lasted longer than I expected. Several heads from different surviving territories had gathered to discuss the next expected apocalypse, the resources we had left, the settlements that were still vulnerable, and what we needed to prepare before the next wave reached us. It was not a Defense meeting, but because I was responsible for the defense of several major settlements, I had been required to attend. By the time the meeting ended, I was exhausted. Everyone began leaving the conference room, some continuing their discussions in small groups while others hurried toward their waiting vehicles.

Since pixilettes were in charge of the changing seasons as well as plant life there, she had her hands full. National news in the human realm, which continued to post the countdown to total darkness, was filled with reports of crazed animals and even more demented humans and supernaturals alike. Several church groups believed the world was in the midst of the apocalypse. I could see their point. It was my fault. Again. The plethora of Akuma and the pestilence were consequences of my wish. I saved Laeddin and pissed off the oldest and vilest vampire the world had ever known.