I Am Future: Cozy Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

I'm the heiress of the Claremont family. Damon Johnson and I had a deal—we'd go to Oakwood High together. But the second my acceptance letter arrived, he and the rest of the guys in our class knocked me out cold. Why? Because Sophia Miller, the school's little princess, said she'd never seen a real mummy before. When I came to, I was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, strung up at the front gate of the school. Students passed by—laughing, filming, some even spitting in my direction. I hung there for two full hours, on display for everyone. Finally, Damon showed up. Grinning, he untied the rope. "Sophia said she wanted to see a live mummy. It was just a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? W

Future says, and we both go to our respective rooms to get ready. I dress up in black jeans, a white t-shirt, denim jacket, and put on black sneakers. I eat the pizza I found in the fridge while I wait for the lovebirds to finish what they are doing. I finish my pizza, then dial Tay’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. “We are ready,” a voice says, and I snap my head up from the phone. Future is wearing skinny jeans, and a hoodie, Andrew in ripped jeans, and a black dress shirt.

We'll deal with that problem if shifting becomes a necessity. The outpost has grown to three times the size it was during our last visit. Not in the least pretty, it's a ragtag mess that somehow manages to appear organized. Humans slapped together houses, huts, and cabins with whatever material available or used trailers and semitrucks as living quarters. Designated spaces much like campgrounds before the apocalypse give each family a small area of their own. A cordoned-off square, in the center of town, has trade good stands with people gathered around, looking through wares and bargaining with their own products. Paper money is good for nothing but wiping your bum in the new world. This to

“I see us. Somewhere far from here, maybe. Somewhere safe. Maybe we’ll even have a little place of our own. A farm, like Eli’s. A place we can call home.” Home. The word felt foreign on my tongue, but it also felt right. For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to imagine it. A future with Ben. A future where I wasn’t haunted by the past, where I wasn’t running from the mistakes I had made. A future where we could be more than just survivors. “I’d like that,” I said, my voice soft. “A home.” Ben smiled, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what happened next, I wasn’t alone. We would face whatever came together.

Ray couldn't help clicking his tongue. Luckily, he hadn't been greedy and had returned early. Otherwise, he would've had to spend the night outside. Even though his car had been modified with excellent insulation, and he had top-grade cold-weather gear, sleeping in a car was uncomfortable—and unsafe. Who knew what kind of accident might happen in the middle of the night? In the apocalypse, you had to be careful about everything. Safety came first. … Building 4. Inside an apartment, seven men were drinking soup, each with a large bowl. They ate ravenously, sweat beading on their foreheads.

"I'll dig another chamber nearby, bigger than this one. We'll plant crops underground. With the sunlight we channel in and the water supply, the heat during the apocalypse will actually help things grow. We just need a month of food stored up until the crops start coming in." We divided up the work and got everything ready just in time. Tomorrow, the heatwave apocalypse would arrive. That night, I curled up on the big bed in the cellar, holding Blazewing close while waiting for the apocalypse to begin. When I woke up the next morning, I could already feel the difference. The cellar was warmer than yesterday, rising from damp and cold to a cozy, comfortable temperature. Blazewing stretched on

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.

Dessa quickly answered the question and they don’t let John Carl handle the talk “We are just a traveler and we don’t bring harm”- Dessa the man looks at the group from head to toe “come in” the situation before their eyes was too shocking and heartbreaking several of the family were staying at the room and most of them don’t have stock of foods and slowly dying there, kids that were thin, 1month of the apocalypse makes this things happen Dessa almost cry because of the scene and not thinking anything she gives the bag of food that she was carrying

Another is lying in the bed very irritatedly, hearing the doctor say that she needs to have two injections instead of one from today onwards. After that, it's a blur of white sheets and quarantine. All the same, she overcame the bloody struggle. Thankfully, thinking about all those things, the ladder of four floors is over very fast. Yanlong carefully crawled into the air vent. She doesn't have a map, but she's an apocalypse survivor. When you don't have a map for a rectangle, begin from the corner, and finish up to the next door you see. Do not take shortcuts, do not give in to flights of fancy.

I rubbed my forehead gently, feeling a little throbbing in my head that made me a little dizzy. I could barely tell if it was day or night as I gazed out the window. But each day was dragging me closer to the apocalypse. And as strong as I felt, even with better vision that I could see people walking from kilometres away, I didn't know if I was ready for it. If I was going to not only survive the apocalypse but also take in survivors who would have nowhere else to go. With a sigh, I was about to make my way downstairs when a crazy thought clicked in my head and my lips curled into a smile.