Post Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

Inside, most of the books stayed dry. Cyrus had never been much of a reader in the old world. In the age of smartphones, patience came cheap. Reading demanded effort and time, time better spent scrolling through short skirted influencers. Now the internet was basically dead. He rarely even touched his phone anymore. Thus, he figured he might as well borrow a book or two to pass the time. Maybe it would help keep whatever remained of his sanity warm in this frozen apocalypse. He stayed in the library for half a day. In the end, he picked up a coming-of-age novel and slipped the thick volume into his coat pocket.

They lived in this huge bubble, not knowing – or caring – about people like us. My own life felt like two separate books. One was Maeve Briggs, high school senior, trying to keep up her grades and pretend everything was normal. The other was "Eve," the girl with the dark wig and fake ID, dancing on a small stage downtown. That was the book I kept hidden, guarded with my life. It was a secret I'd die before anyone found out. Especially Mom. And Jasper. And Nova, my best friend, who thought my nights were spent studying or binge watching shows.

[hey guys! let's start book 3, shall we? LOl. Merry Christmas everybody! so before we begin book 3, I realized the version of Apod on Good novel (book 2) is the only one that didn't have this chapter. I must have forgotten to post it and for that I'm sorry. Whilst it will take away nothing from book 2, I feel it is essential for Character development and just a recap of some elements in book 1. Please note that the events of this chapter took place in book 2.]

she said as she leaned up against the side of the door, taking a drag of her vape and passing it to me while at the same time, showing me her phone. Instead, I reached over and hastily snatched it from her. “Supposedly, the last attack went viral, and people had it recorded.” I watched the short recording, where it showed that there was a zombie that had run through the town and knocked out some buildings. People were running around like chickens had their heads cut off. the sky filled with screams of terror. Indeed, the playback confirmed that someone had survived long enough to record it and show it to the word. Which told me, these attacks were escalating at such a thronging rate that it

It's been three days since she started delaying the inevitable event of being stuck with Dom in Canterbury. After minutes of pondering, she stood up and reached the small shelf of books she has. Her eyes locked on two books, Jane Eyre by Emily Bronte and Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. She had just finished reading Persuasion, and she was still on the assessment of her feelings towards the ending of the story. Maybe another book can take her mind off things. She decided on Great Expectations, gladly picking up the book and bouncing back to her bed, to enjoy another pleasurable surmount of reading a book.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

by sitting in the Underworld for few months and starving to death. - Okay, I'll tell him immediately.- Nathaniel said and fled immediately. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ After four weeks, the doctors sent Miguel home, however, still ordering him to watch out for the fused bones. He also couldn't go back to work right away, so sat at home again feeling a huge emptiness. Nadir took nothing with her, so every thing belonging to her brought back painful memories. However, Miguel didn't throw anything away, as he still hoped she would come back to him soon. In fact, this hope was the only thing that kept him alive. If Miguel hadn't hoped that he would somehow get Nadir back or at least contact her, he would

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

Because of his knowledge of and skill with animals, he often proved invaluable during the occasional encounter with a wild beast; especially those that were extinct on the surface. The second volunteer was a female named Alice. In her mid-twenties, Alice’s face showed the signs of wear and worry. Even so, the permanent creases that greedily occupied her young flesh didn’t deter from the sparkle of life in her dancing blue eyes. She’d weathered being orphaned right after the war and being raised within a group of wanderers that slowly fell prey to either the zombies or the aliens. Desperate for survival, she and the few remaining in her group migrated to inner earth. Completely unprepar