Full Catastrophe Living Novels & Stories

It was no use after all the zombie apocalypse started in 12 hours so there wasn’t too much to be worried about. At midnight the next day, the first zombie was caught on camera when a reporter at the rosewood park reported on a woman being bitten and was then bitten by the woman herself, that the entire world fell into chaos. That’s how she ended up becoming Caleb Carter’s most important person in the entire team he gathered, and now she was looking up at another big chested idiot, god why are there so many of these bitches running around? ****

The Apex was dying. "Scarlett, let go!" "I can't!" "Scarlett—" "If I let go, it will survive!" "Scarlett—" Adrian grabbed me. He pulled me away. The anchor exploded. The room collapsed. We ran. Through the flames. Through the chaos. Through the death. We reached the surface. The facility crumbled behind us. I collapsed. Adrian caught me. "Scarlett!" "I'm okay." "You're not okay." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters."

I can still feel lumps in my throat and any time by now, I might have another mental breakdown episode. “Don't listen to the voices in your head, listen only to me. You're going to stay alive. Stay Kathareen....stay.” he begged and slowly reached my forehead ang left a kiss. I closed my eyes and everything seemed to fall apart. I didn't know what happened next. It was darkness.

Fitz stood by the couch, an iPad clutched in his hand. “I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” Fitz said, his voice level, “but the livestream is about to begin.” Ethan hesitated. His pulse skipped at the mere thought of seeing her, even through a screen. It had been six days of silence, and the anticipation felt like a physical weight. He nodded once, and Fitz propped the tablet on the mahogany coffee table before stepping to the side. “Hi, guys,” Her voice—commanding and melodic—filled the office. She looked every bit the literary darling the world expected. She was poised, a soft, inviting smile on her lips as the viewer count ticked up into the hundreds of thousands.

"Release Haley's archived livestream drafts into the internal media network." Haley gasped. "Katherine, no." Katherine met her eyes. "For the family." Haley looked wounded in a way possession had not achieved. "Some of those were private." "Exactly." Aaliyah hit enter. Sterling Tower became unsafe. Gravity on ten floors shifted by eight degrees. Hundreds of expensive chairs rolled into walls. The executive whiskey vault opened, triggering seventeen unauthorized access alarms and one very confused vice president. Haley's unreleased livestream drafts began playing on every internal screen, including a forty-minute video titled "Emergency Cute Outfits For Apocalypse Situations, Version Twelve,

Absurdly luxurious for forty-two survivors of the apocalypse. "This is obscene," Sarah muttered, looking at crystal chandeliers and marble floors. "Billions died and we're setting up in a mansion." "Billions died regardless," Catherine said, overhearing. "We might as well be comfortable while we rebuild." That night, Catherine called the first community meeting in what had been the Hart family ballroom. "We've survived the immediate crisis," she began. "Now we build for the future. I've prepared a governance structure based on efficiency and specialization."

A black dot wobbled near the eighteenth floor, followed by a raw, terrified scream. He focused. A person was falling. In an instant, the body slammed into nearly 20 feet of snow. Outside, it was seventy degrees below zero. Anyone buried that deep wouldn't last long. Other buildings were in the same state—supplies gone, people fighting for food. Violence and murder spreading. Everywhere, the world was collapsing into hell. Cyrus kept eating, running scenarios in his head. He needed to monitor his neighbors and the other survivors beyond this building. In the Frostfall, anything could happen.

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

It was easier to slide down back, but he got bruises while doing that. When Maddox got to the ground, he started running as fast as he could because he knew there's a possibility the larva catches up with him while running. Half an hour had passed, and he felt the ground shaking, he looked back and saw that the larva was out already and was overflowing, rushing towards him, destroying anything that was left. It was called the volcano of Doom because whenever it erupts, it destroys everything, that's why there's no living being there. Whoever is trapped, there is said to be doomed.

The structural integrity of the cathedral was failing now that the support systems were dead. She turned to Rusty. He was still standing on the frozen gear, his hands in his pockets, watching the carnage with a gaze that was disturbingly calm. "You unleashed the famine, Cattleya," Rusty said, his voice cutting through the screeching of the starving undead. "You didn't just stop the machine. You broke the cage. And now, they”re going to eat everything that isn't made of silver." "Let them try," Cattleya whispered.