Frozen Apocalypse: A Second Chance Novels & Stories

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.

Out past everything, stretching across the horizon of the frozen wasteland, was the apocalypse. The first-born didn’t move like soldiers. They slid forward like a silent, unnatural sickness. There were thousands. They looked humanoid, sure, but they were entirely corrupted by old ice. Their flesh was a translucent blue, and their eyes were empty pits filled with glowing white frost. No weapons at all, just those long, jagged, icy talons that felt wrong, like winter had grown teeth. They didn’t have body heat. They didn’t have heartbeats. Nothing human left in them, not really. And they were aiming straight for the badlands.

It replied and my brows raised. Second chance? Surviving the apocalypse again? Was this a hallucination? “There is no hallucination.” The robotic voice replied and I froze. “You fell to your death after your best friend and girlfriend left you to the zombies. You asked for a second chance and you got it. Your first mission of the day is—” “Hold on, you can read my mind?” I asked in horror but got no response. That was definitely a yes. “That is quite creepy. And what do you mean mission of the day? I'm leaving Sloradath.”

were my whispered words before I let myself slip into unconsciousness. Loud, beeping noises pierced through my lucid state and made me pry my eyes open. I saw that I was in a white room, a hospital. My hand was linked to a syringe and something yellowish was being pumped into me. Why was I here? I thought I was going to die. I'm pretty sure Abel left me out there to die. Then why was I here? Alive, in a hospital bed. "She's awake." A Female voice called out softly.

One police car stopped to intervene, dragging the man away. The woman lay in a pool of blood, unnoticed. Her hands and feet twitched rapidly, then she suddenly stopped moving. "Miss, are you—arghh!" The woman's eyes snapped open—gray, lifeless—and she lunged at the rescuer, biting down hard. The scene exploded into chaos. Hayley watched from the fifth floor. This was the apocalypse. The one she knew best. And it had come a whole day early. Welcome to the age of the apocalypse.

It must be awful living on the streets especially as a woman with lustful eyes all over your body. “Ah, hsss,” Ava hissed a little the moment Madeline applied pressure on her bruises with the ice pack. “I'll do it, thank you.” Ava took the ice pack and continued to dab the cloth on her bruises before she looked around. “You have a lovely apartment Madeline. It almost feels like a home.” And, Madeline recalled Kane again. With time she had learnt not to expect anything from Kane now nor in the future. She had chosen to take on the reins of her own life and decisions.

The balmy summer nights are long and merry. However, we are constantly preparing for winter. Metres of lethal ice and snow are coming. The Freeze. Then we live underground in a beige and gold padded world. The wildly ravenous sexual urges of before have been well and truly calmed, replaced with meditation spaces and chimes. It doesn’t stop me from imagining. However, there is a new disease among our nation. It attacks quickly, like leprosy. Bruises and bleeding, unconsciousness then death. Hence why we have gained the grizzled, red-bearded Howen and his daughter Hope amongst our numbers for this year's Freeze.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

Just a vast, white void. "The signal is coming from the Svalbard Seed Vault," Aris’s voice was a ghost of static in Jade’s ear. "But Jade... this isn't the Passion fragment. This is the Survival Sequence. It’s the rawest part of Caspian’s code. It doesn't want to be found. It just wants to endure." The Fortress of Frost Jade stepped onto the ice, her Phoenix light flickering. Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland.

My fiance, Leo Parker, cheated on me with my best friend, Jessica Thorne. When the apocalypse hit, they threw me out to be torn apart by zombies. After I was reborn, I spent every last dollar I saved for Leo to build up a stash of supplies. When the zombie outbreak happened again, I finally got to sit back and watch the two of them face the consequences they deserved. … "No! Don't!" I jolted upright in bed, cold sweat soaking through my pajamas.