I Am Future: Cozy Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive. It is something I want. To be cont

Dozens of glowing level-one and level-two zombie cores tore free from the mangled corpses, flying through the air in a glittering stream straight into her storage space. Once the battlefield was picked clean, she expanded her pocket dimension further. In an instant, she drew the pristine Beast, Briggs, Jake, Julian, Jolie, and Kailee directly into her storage space, leaving the blood-soaked highway entirely empty. The eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic winter settled back over the underpass, the frozen wind whistling through the empty concrete pillars. "Let's take a break," Joanna muttered to herself as she stepped into the safe haven of her domain to join her crew, vanishing completely f

} Amanda's pulse quickened immediately. Amanda went completely still. The words struck harder than the warning about the movement. “Unreliable?” she whispered. “What does that mean?” {Previous projections should not be treated as certain.} She read it again carefully. She looked toward the fortress, where workers continued moving materials and equipment beneath the afternoon sky. Everything she had built depended on time. She had believed thirty days would be enough for everything. Now even the information that had guided her preparation was changing. Amanda pressed her palm against her stomach, feeling the weight of everything she had to protect. “Then I cannot trust the future anymore.”

Perhaps, he should have left but he had no where to go and when he had thought being good would earn their love, it only shattered him. He became a puppet in their hands but when he was thrown outside to freeze to death, he knew he was never in their plan. Miles snapped back to reality and in panic, he turned towards the table close to his large window and his eyes met with the calendar. "Miles, I will have the maid chose the dress..." He continues while miles muttered the date with his mouth in shock. Could he be reborn? It's exactly half a month before the cold apocalypse. A disaster that struck the world like a pandemic and eat off even the healthiest.

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

"But don’t worry. They’re not bad people, and they know how to keep their mouths shut." "...Fine. Can we kill them?" Evan Olson choked, then said awkwardly, "Well, we have some history together. It doesn’t have to come to that..." "Sigh..." "I’ve got over six million. Since things are tightly controlled domestically, you and I should go out tomorrow and convert all of it into supplies. Otherwise, it’ll just be a useless number on a screen. Nerida, since your mom and Kairo trust me enough to tell me all this, I swear I’ll protect everyone from now on!" Evan Olson quickly accepted the reality of the impending apocalypse, his mind already consumed with planning for the future.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

“Do you plan to open your own apocalypse Costco?” “Why not?” Aria huffed, wiping sweat off her forehead as she pulled sandals, slippers, shoes, socks, gloves, and five puffy jackets from a shelf. “I’m singlehandedly restarting civilization.” “Singlehandedly hoarding all the good snacks.” “Same thing.” They kept going. Toys, tools, hygiene kits, extra batteries, waterproof lighters, duct tape, LED lamps, bags of rice, giant water jugs, even stuffed animals that made Aria pause.

Old systems collapsed, and while some groups tried to patch things back together, the currents of this new era were way too big for them to steer. New bases or camps rose everywhere. A camp-based civilization was becoming the norm. Anyone trying to bring back the old pre-apocalypse order was just stuck in the past. So nobody should expect the apocalypse to end. That would be a pipe dream. Things would only go back to normal when the virus was totally gone, if that was even possible. The future would be built around bases, and glory would only revolve around camps. Hayley knew they were just small fries back at Base K1, the kind the base wouldn't bother sending rescue teams for. They weren't