Post Apocalypse Truck Novels & Stories

So how did this vehicle make it all the way to the base of the mountain and end up sitting on top of the sand? Judging by how deeply the tires had sunk, it couldn't have been there for more than a day. Whoever managed to get a vehicle out here was definitely no ordinary survivor. It was a Hummer, at that. In the apocalypse, that thing was practically a tank. They had to get their hands on it. Steven lowered his voice. "Boss, something doesn't feel right." Gavin had his own doubts. "What is it?" "How did that car even get here?" "What do you think?"

I growled. Gunner dropped his hands and there was a new truck sitting there. My mouth dropped. It was a beauty! Newer Chevy 2500 Duramax with a lift kit. He had it custom painted with primary color being black, but then shades of green, purple, and blue were thrown in with specks of white to make it look like the galaxy. I walked all the way around it in awe. “You like it?” He asked finally. “I think I’m in love.” I said still looking around the truck.

Its flared-out fenders, wide-body chassis, and sporty tires made it look like a street racing machine straight out of a Fast and Furious film. “It’s a nice car. Wouldn’t you say?” Irena eased her way toward Amy, cutting her eyes over at the silver Camaro. “How would you like to be behind the wheel roaring down the highway, trying to chase 2Pac because he ran off with your baby in an armored truck?” Irena pointed over at a black armored vehicle parked near the factory’s garage door entranceway. Amy looked over at the armored truck. The truck was the size of a motor home with a space shuttle design in the front. Amy didn’t like Irena’s game, but she didn’t expect to like it.

He was naive and innocent, oblivious to the tense atmosphere around us. The tense air remained in the car as they drove back to their place. Luke, the driver, gripped the steering wheel tightly. The veins bulged on the back of his hands. Howie was sitting on Ramona's lap. They took the other side of the backseat. She curled her body, trying to minimize her presence by holding her breath. Only Howie turned to me, excitedly sharing his life with me. "Miss, my dad is a superman! He can fix my broken toys! Daddy and Mommy love each other a lot. Daddy kisses Mommy and me before he goes to work every morning. I'm Daddy's most precious treasure, and nobody can replace me!"

“Truck. Now.” The storm didn’t let up. They flew down the logging road, headlights carving sharp paths through sheets of rain. Riven gripped the wheel, knuckles white. Kael rode shotgun, rifle across his lap, eyes locked on the treeline. Ari led the second truck, Harlow and Roman crouched low in the bed, soaked and silent. Through a break in the trees, the wreckage appeared—twisted beams still smoldering, metal glinting dully in the headlights.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

Behind the machine, a line of black Ryder Global trucks sat idling in the rain, their headlights piercing the dark like the eyes of a great beast. And standing on the running board of the lead truck, drenched and looking like the king of the wasteland, was Cole Ryder.

“Why are you still so stubborn? Your parents are being driven to death by your selfishness! Is your pride really more important than their lives?” Looking at my dad lying unconscious on the ground, and my mom on the verge of breaking down, I closed my eyes and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. Forcing myself to endure the humiliation, I finally said, “Liam, I’m sor–” Before I could finish, the roar of engines suddenly echoed from the end of the street. The packed crowd split apart instantly, and a convoy led by black Hummers pulled to a stop right in front of me. Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped.

Instead, he pulled out his slim silver phone and tapped a single button on the screen, activating a live tracking application. A sudden, deafening roar cut through the sound of the rain. From the dark entry ramp of the highway behind Noah’s sedan, three massive, identical black commercial trucks came roaring into view, their high beams blinding the entire road. They moved with terrifying speed and precision, forming a tight, synchronized semi-circle that completely pinned Tristan’s SUV against the concrete barriers. Before the three men in raincoats could react, the rear doors of the trucks flew open, and a dozen private security operators carrying heavy carbon-fiber shields and tactical equ

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.