How To Survive Apocalypse Book Novels & Stories

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

But one thing was for sure: nobody messes with my pancakes. ~ During the journey, there was an awkward silence between my parents and me, after the little spat we had at home. I didn't even know what to say to them to break the ice. So, I put on my headphones and shut my eyes, hoping to escape the tension. Suddenly, I felt someone was hitting me. "Go awaaay you agent of disturbance, go awaaaaaayyyy," I grumbled, annoyed at the sudden disturbance. Then it began to rain, but it didn't feel like any ordinary rain. It was weird, almost eerie. The world started shaking, and before I could process what was happening, an earthquake hit us. I muttered a silent prayer for safety.

At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end. As expected, the most terrifying thing in the apocalypse was still humanity. Weeks passed, and most people had completely run out of supplies. A group of people banded together to head out in search of food and supplies. However, they got into a bloody fight over a bottle of water. Meanwhile, another group of people gave in to their darker impulses and began robbing other households and killing people for supplies.

“Okay, we have only 17 hours now to order as much things as possible food, clothing, water and other stuff, I will take care of food, and will use all the money I have in my possession to order it, Dani here are our clothes measurements, you handle the clothing and shoes and also the things like showers supplies and towels, make sure to make some clothes a few size bigger, you said that winter was especially bad in the apocalypse so you make sure to order thick clothing, do the same for all corresponding seasons.” “Noah, you handle the tools we need to survive in the apocalypse, such as generators, water, a lot of water, get as many of those as you can. Also, please buy guns and weapons too.

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

But it was the last place with survivors still standing. Ara had lived here her whole life. She knew every back alley, every shortcut, every building the zombies had not yet claimed. That knowledge was the only thing keeping her alive most days. Just as they thought they had managed to escape the zombies, a new set of zombies came rushing out from another street with force, running towards them. Once more, they ran. Ara, exhausted, starving, and injured, kept forcing herself forward because Ryan was waiting for her at their hideout. A heavy backpack filled with food, medicine, weapons, and supplies bounces painfully against her back while a fresh zombie bite burns beneath her sleeve. She kno

" I turned and walked away without another glance. Back in the office, I pointed out the window at the world now buried under frost and the bodies frozen solid like statues. "Take a good look. The world’s changed. This is our fortress now. If you want to survive, follow my lead." Rhys nodded immediately. "Got it." Garrick followed, nodding hard. I didn’t take them to open packages. Instead, I headed to the break room and dragged out everything edible I could find, laying it all on the table: half a box of instant noodles, a few bottles of water, an opened bag of crackers, and a couple of shriveled apples.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.