I Am Future: Cozy Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

Julian asked, genuine awe coating his weak voice. "Consider it an aggressive severance package," Chloe replied smoothly. "The Apex Coalition is bankrupt, but we are fully funded. We have enough untraceable capital to completely disappear. We can build a new life anywhere on the planet. We can buy an island, or a fortress, or a quiet house by the ocean. Whatever you want." Julian let out a low, vibrating chuckle that quickly dissolved into a pained grimace. He closed his eyes, entirely overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the woman he had married.

I was glaring at Cole through narrowed eyes. “Can you not talk to me about the pros of doing this?” I muttered, exhausted by agonizing about the idea. Cole stood from the desk and came to squat in front of me. “We are living in the apocalypse, Lucia. This is hell on Earth and we do not know when we are going to die. We have to use every weapon in our arsenal.” “They are just kids…” “And you were just a kid when you were made the leader of your city–” I threw my hands up like he had just made my point. “Look how that fucked me up.”

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 know it sounds impossible. But it's going to happen. Anyone who isn't in shelter with heat and supplies will freeze within days." "How do you know this?" "Because I've lived through it before," Maya said quietly. "I'm from the future. I died in that apocalypse. Then I woke up one month before my wedding with a chance to change things." Vanessa laughed, hysterical. "You're joking—"

Zoey nodded. "But winter is coming. The temperature will only drop lower." "That's not the real problem," Cyrus said. "We need to worry about people. In the apocalypse, people are far more terrifying than any monster." After they finished eating, Zoey curled up beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Cyrus glanced at her. "What are you doing?" Her cheeks flushed. "Warming up." She pressed her soft, well-padded body against him. Ever since he had awakened that part of her, she clung to him like she could not help herself. If Cyrus were not young and full of stamina, any ordinary man would have collapsed by now.

My future self, her face streaked with tears, was wearing a prison uniform. "This is my only chance to contact you. I beg you, leave Michele. No matter what, you must escape that place." I didn't know what exactly would happen five years from now. But seeing that face, identical to mine and etched with torment, I answered inwardly without a moment's hesitation, "Alright, I promise you." Gathering my thoughts, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. "Don Cosimo, this is Emilia Amato. May I ask if I can still join that cross-border humanitarian aid project you asked me about before?"

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

“What Cole needs is thorough and consistent care. She is one of six surviving patients, and this is the last hospital standing between Liberty Island and Malibu... Cole is one of thousands suffering. Most of the medical professionals we know have contracted the disease and are useless now or dead." Nurse Rue turned her gaze to the floor when Isla mentioned the others. Then she lifted her gaze again, finding a pair of cloudy gray eyes staring up at her and Isla. “This contagion will be the end of mankind if we stop what we are doing." Isla turns and starts to prep, unaware that Cole was awake, shaking fearfully in her spot. “Cole?” A voice interrupts just when the snoring ceases. “What’s goin

"I'm so sorry, Kiara. I genuinely had no idea that Hiccup would despise your belongings to such an extent and simply destroy them all…" I rushed inside to find the room littered with shredded papers. I didn't bother checking my clothes or anything else. I began picking up the torn scraps from the floor shakily. Amid the scattered debris, I spotted part of a message Ms. Zimmerman had written for me. It read, "I hope your path ahead will be filled with light, Kiara…" I could no longer read the latter part of the message, as it had been destroyed. I looked at the shredded paper and couldn't hold back my tears, causing large drops of tears to land on the paper, each one leaving behind a watery s

My teeth bit down hard on my lower lip, until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. The craziest revenge I could carry out... was to leave alone, dragging this broken body with me. "Am I pathetic?" Rio didn’t answer right away. After a long silence, a deep sigh came through the receiver. "Hold on for two more days. I’ll arrange everything for your departure." After hanging up, I slumped to the ground and sat there for a long time. I couldn’t see the light outside fade from day to night. At dinner time, Anthony came upstairs and walked into my room on his own.