Post Apocalypse Truck Novels & Stories

I felt the same way, though I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I whispered. “Well, hurry up’n be sick,” Hoot said. “We got places to be.” I turned to the side and threw up. Will quickly grabbed my hair. He rubbed my back with his other hand. Hoot offered me a handkerchief. “There, now that’s over, get in the truck.” The ‘truck’ was a brand new black Escalade with a front grate. No wonder he’d been able to ram the cab so easily without being damaged.

The moment the casket left the truck, it was evident that the vehicle’s body was raised by nearly five centimeters. Black Turtle couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at that ragged old truck. It was astounding that the vehicle had managed to transport the coffin here without breaking down. As the ox cart slowly approached them, Trine hurriedly stepped forward. “Bullseye, my old pal! I never expected you to personally come to help. This is amazing!” “How would I dare to refuse a command from you?!” said Bullseye, the old hunter, as he laughed foolishly.

"He's in the old utility truck. Parked outside the gate." The truck was a beast, a relic from a time when people worried about hauling lumber and drywall, not survival gear and fleeing from the undead. It was a deep, faded green, with patches of rust blooming like sores across its hood and doors. The bed was long and deep, a metal trough that could carry a significant haul. "We would definitely have enough room to take us for a while in case we had to take a detour," I murmured, more to myself than anyone.

I said. "Y'all a long way from New York." Adam said, pointing at the plates on the truck. "Yeah. We're on a cross country road trip." Damian responded. "That's awesome. You have the perfect truck for it too. Is that a 90s model," Adam asked, pointing to the truck. "No. It's an 85, completely refurbished." Damian said. "Damn man. I would love to have one of these." Adam said. "I see y'all are sleeping in the back of the truck," Susan said to me.

The silence that followed the power failure was predatory. I stood in the center of the dark garage, the .45 heavy in my hands. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, aided only by the moonlight filtering through the shattered window. Every shadow seemed to mimick the monsters. Outside, the faint hiss of tires on gravel announced their arrival. I crept to the edge of the large bay door, peering through a rusted crack in the metal. Three black transport trucks, the kind used for hauling livestock or heavy machinery, rolled into the lot. Behind them followed two tactical SUVs with the Aegis Zenith logo embossed on the doors.

I tell my wonderful husband as I walk Tristan and me over to him; kissing him lightly on the mouth. "I know and I love you too and the boys as well," he smirks. Axel and I place our winter wear and I place Tristan's on him as Axel makes sure Tyler has his own on correctly; which he does before the four of us head to Axel's Dodge Ram 1500, which is dark blue. He bought this truck a couple of days after we moved in, so we can ride with him since he only had his motorcycle before that. Axel has assured me that none of 'The Gray Rebel's' know we're here; even though he still does do things with them.

with a kick that was violent, the wet cat shrieked and then ran away. Adulf Cain saw an old truck beside Damaris's Taurus---and speaking of trucks-- it'd Been a tough one. Adulf saw an old truck parked beside Damaris's Taurus. it was the kind of truck that nobody drove anymore. this one was larger than a full sized pick up, alright, no bigger , Adulf decided,and way older. too old to move, but it does. a glob of blue light drifted lazily about the snap together garage tiles that belonged to Adulfs home. the man pulled out of the gloom, he came from the garbage truck.

I was fucked against rusted vehicles, bent over barrels, on all fours in the dust, and held suspended between multiple men. My moans were constant and broken, echoing across the wasteland camp. “Yes! All of you! Destroy me! Fill every hole with your survivor cum!” I begged shamelessly. “Breed me in the apocalypse! Make me your camp cumdump!” I came violently again and again, squirting into the dirt as they pumped load after load into my body. Cum covered my face, tits, back, and poured from my gaping pussy and ass in thick rivers. My belly looked swollen from the sheer volume.

Abigail pressed the accelerator harder and the Jeep lurched ahead, but the diesel trucks had more traction. One blazed in front of them, turning and braking, while the other skidded to a stop behind them, throwing up sand. Luke kicked his door open-and froze. "Travis? Marco?" "You know them?" Abigail's voice was thin, high. "They're Aegis. It's Aegis!" He whooped and jumped out of the truck. He'd never been so glad to see a bunch of skuzzy men before in his life. Something was finally going right.

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.