Frozen Apocalypse: A Second Chance Novels & Stories

The blue light of the global network vanished, replaced by the flickering, warm glow of the emergency lights. ​The empire was dead. ​Suddenly, the floor beneath them tilted violently. Sofia Vance had triggered a final, desperate failsafe. ​"Run!" Adrian roared. ​He scooped Clara into his arms, ignoring the falling gold pillars and the shattering glass. He ran through the corridors of the vault, his movements blurred and instinctive. As they burst out of the facility and into the freezing, snow-covered plains of the arctic, the entire entrance to the Doomsday Vault imploded, vanishing into the permafrost in a roar of shifting ice and debris.

"That's impossible!" However, Michelle was already panicking in the corner. Noticing her distress, Melvin stepped forward with faux concern. "Honey, you look pale. Is something wrong?" Michelle scrambled to close her banking app. "Darling, the finance department missed a payment to a client. They need it urgently, so I was going to cover it myself, but my account seems to be frozen. Could you transfer me 150 thousand—" Before she could finish, Melvin interrupted coldly. "I'm the one who froze it."

Perhaps, he should have left but he had no where to go and when he had thought being good would earn their love, it only shattered him. He became a puppet in their hands but when he was thrown outside to freeze to death, he knew he was never in their plan. Miles snapped back to reality and in panic, he turned towards the table close to his large window and his eyes met with the calendar. "Miles, I will have the maid chose the dress..." He continues while miles muttered the date with his mouth in shock. Could he be reborn? It's exactly half a month before the cold apocalypse. A disaster that struck the world like a pandemic and eat off even the healthiest.

Beyond the reinforced walls of the sanctuary, the apocalypse continued to devour the city. People fought over scraps. Governments collapsed. Entire districts froze. But those problems belonged to another world. Not ours. Because while everyone else had spent months preparing for tomorrow... I had prepared for eighteen months. And now, as Day Three of the Great Freeze settled over Oakhaven, our enemies sat trapped inside a frozen mansion with no power, no fuel, and no hope. While we sat beside a roaring fire. Warm. Fed. Protected. And finally free. Leaving the study, I stepped into the main command center of the villa.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

Being stuck in the same cramped space day after day got old fast. After the New Year's, the holiday officially ended. Bundled up in layers, Hughie's group planned to head outside for some fresh air before they all went stir-crazy. "Nicole, you coming?" Three years into the apocalypse, Nicole had already adapted to this kind of life. "It's too cold." Not long after the three of them left, the walkie-talkie crackled. "The cold-resistant potatoes sprouted." Life had gotten so painfully boring that even potato sprouts managed to spark Nicole's interest.

Elena said to the waiter who jotted down her order “And you sir, what would you be having.” “Fried rice with oven-roasted chicken, make it spicy. With vegetable salad.” “Anything else sir.” “Wine, your best wine. We are celebrating.” “Okay sir.” the waiter hurried away “What are we celebrating” “Us.” “Oh!” ‘Thank you Elena for giving our marriage a second chance.’ “It's mostly about the kids, they deserve a normal home.” “What about us Elena, don't we deserve some happiness.” his intense look bore into her soul.