Judgment: Apocalypse Survival Simulation Novels & Stories

Bram muttered, “which one do we take?” A long pause stretched between them. Sienna exhaled. “Judgment.” They turned to her. She met their gazes, her expression unreadable. “Whatever we do next will decide the fate of this world. If we aren’t worthy of that judgment, then we have no right to go any further.” Elior studied her, but he saw no hesitation. “Then judgment it is.” With a deep breath, he reached out and pushed the door open. The moment they stepped inside, the world around them shifted.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

"Please be patient, we did vote but the final decision is not up to us. This time we had two votes for, one against, and three people want to go but with some conditions. These conditions are: our voting system will still be in place, it's our safeguard in case things go sour. We need you to craft some tools for us and teach us some of your surviving skills. We also need you to promise to get us to a town as soon as you can and, finally, there will be a period of one week. If by the end of that period we decide to part from you, we'll be moving to your vicinity" "And what happens if, let's say, one day you decide to vote to exile me?" "That's not going to happen without a good reason" "I don

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

Anthony shook his head and said, “Not necessarily. It depends on the position of the ten buttons. If the positions are placed closer together, they can use their heads or other parts of their bodies to press down. But if there is a greater distance between them…” Monica gently pursed her lips and said, “I don’t think the Death Judge will design such a simple game. They will definitely give a close-up. We will know when the time comes. But I hope that they will be the first survivors.” “I don’t think they can survive,” Judy said. “The Death Inquisitor shouldn’t have deliberately designed such a simple game to let them survive. If they can’t find the trap at this level, then they definitely wo

Other than the occasional annoyed sigh from Jace, he remains silent as well, allowing me to explain. "It's a sort of simulator, so to speak, that uses advanced Artificial Intelligence and Augmented Reality to create lifelike scenarios." I explain. "What do you mean?" Jakob asks. I take a chance to look over at Jace, who is staring at me in turn. The death glare he's sending me is unfathomable. But at this moment, I don't care. I meant it when I said there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to keep my family safe. So if that includes divulging secret government information, then so be it.

for her. [SYSTEM ASSESSMENT: Host is currently a Level-1 Fugitive.] [Probability of survival outside current perimeter: 0.04%.] [GENERATING ULTIMATUM PROTOCOL...] The blue text suddenly shifted to a harsh, pulsating gold. [SURVIVAL TASK GENERATED: The Velvet Trap.] [OBJECTIVE: To bypass legal prosecution and shield your assets, you must form a binding, legally recognized alliance with Alpha Entity: Julian Blackwood.] [TIME LIMIT: 24 Hours.]

I had shattered the overhead light fixture and driven the jagged shards straight through his throat. At that moment, my daughters had cried out, "Mom!" Then, I was swallowed by endless darkness. I didn’t know what would happen to them after something like that… until, in that pitch-black void, I saw two faintly glowing figures ahead of me. It was them. Just like me… they were dead. Overwhelmed with grief and fury, tears of blood streaming down my face, I demanded to know what I had done to deserve this. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vanessa was about to bring her four children to my home.

The sky screamed. Not thunder. Not wind. The sky itself. Cracks spread across the darkness above us like shattered glass. Each fracture revealed something beyond. Something endless. Something alive. And whatever was waking on the other side— it was enormous. Every person on the rooftop stood frozen. Every soldier. Every survivor. Every wolf across the territory. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The creator's voice echoed softly through the broken heavens. "Judgment has begun." The words hit like a death sentence.

"I'd rather be dead and free than a happy slave." I slammed the car into gear. I didn't drive toward the new house. I turned the wheel hard, heading for the city bridge, the place where the "simulation" always ended. "Hazel, stop the car!" Julian’s voice was no longer calm. It was cracking with static. "You are damaging the hardware! You are destroying the data!" "Good!" I roared.