Nyan Cat Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

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.

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

Then he stood, leaned toward the microphone clipped to his lapel, and said one line. That single line traveled through the control board, through twenty-three million live streams, down the hallway, past the control room, past the partition wall, past that concrete door we'd broken open with three hammer strikes — and into the bunker. A bunker with no one left in it. "Ouroboros, Season 7 — that's a wrap." On the big screen, all eight snake logos went dark at once. The comment feed started its final surge. Not typed words. The same template, repeated who knows how many times — "Seven years."

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.

She’s unleashing the Ravens! I let out a scream of frustration that’s disproportionate to my tiny house cat body and ends up as the deafening wail of the Wampus Cat. It has a quick effect on the Ravens closest to Rina, pushing them back. I’ve also triggered an auditory ripple that travels all the way back to Soul City and the reaper squad. What I’ve sent out was a call to arms so Kera, Ankou and Yama Ranger can rush to Hell’s Helm and instantly project themselves around their weakened leader.

"Lyra, your sister brought a man back!" I groggily opened my eyes as Jade Black grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Bitter wind and snow hit my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. Ever since the frozen apocalypse a hundred years ago, Earth had entered an ice age, and wind and snow had become the norm. Most of the world was covered in ice and snow, resources were scarce, and terrible blizzards occurred from time to time. Our serpent clan had migrated several times to survive, and the entire clan had finally settled in this barren wasteland.

The monster advance on us, and every monster that goes down, a new one takes its place. I here Ash grunt as he steps forward to take an advancing monster on, then an awful screeching noise fills the air. The monsters hands reach up to cover their ears my bow clatters to the floor along with Ash’s sword. Our hands reach up to cover our ears before a voice echoes in my head. This war depends on you Natalie Hurly what lies in your heart will determine how and when this war ends. It is up to you. Remember the words of the prophecy Natalie and you will find that you are not alone.