I Am Future: Cozy Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

The voice was low, distorted, like someone speaking through clenched teeth. Ava gripped her flashlight tighter. “Who are you? Why are you sending me these letters?” The figure tilted their head. “I’m trying to help you.” “That’s not an answer.” “You don’t want answers,” the figure said. “You want control. But the future doesn’t bend just because you’re scared.” Ava’s chest tightened. “You’re the one who warned me about the shortcut. About Eli. About my mom. How do you know these things?”

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

Gael rubbed his chin, frowning, not even meeting our gazes. “We’re not leaving this place for as long as we are safe inside,” Colt said. “We will survive for as long as we stay together and stick to the rules. No more sneaking out. No more secrets. No more lies. We scavenge. We hunt. We plant. That’s how we survive. We don’t need luxury right now. What we need is safety from the virus, from the people who want to harm us out there. We can think of going back to our old life once we have the vaccine, but right now, we set aside those things, we set aside the future. Focus and think about today, this way, we won’t die bleeding, or from hunger, or with a bullet hole on our head.”

He rather is selfish than be kind only to regret it when he has to pay for it with his life. The man seemed to be making an effort to staying calm, he spoke, “Now wait a minute, there are barely enough houses for the people I have with me and you surely must know that the apocalypse weather is worse than normal, the winter is probably going to last a long time and it's going to be very harsh. You can't be serious about not allowing us into the community, I worked as a security guard at the community. I know it's perfect for the apocalypse, if you and your friends don't want to join our base it's fine but you really can't be planning to keep all those mansions empty.” By the time the man stop

"I love you too. Didn't say it because we're always in crisis. Always fighting. Never time for normal relationship things." "We're not normal people." "No. We're broken people trying to build community from ruins." I turn to face her fully. "But if we survive, when we survive, yes. I'll try. Relationship. Future. Everything." "When we survive." She smiles. "Not if." "When." I'm committing to it. "Because I'm not dying in seven days. Not from silver poisoning. Not from Parliamentary hunters. Not from anything." "How do you know?" "Because I have something to live for now. Someone to live for." I kiss her forehead. "You gave me a future worth surviving toward."

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

A faint blue screen floated right in front of my eyes: [Apocalypse Hoarding System Activated] [Countdown to Global Sub-Zero Event: 59 Days, 21 Hours, 59 Minutes] [Initial Spatial Storage Unlocked] [Current Task: Liquidate all non-essential assets and hoard maximum survival resources.]