Post Apocalyptia Novels & Stories

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

“Sure. But this will be the last thing I handle within my responsibilities.” He knew exactly what I meant. Approve my resignation, and I’d solve the problem. Refuse, and there was nothing to discuss. “Fine. Lily, you’re really something.” He agreed through gritted teeth. Once I got his answer, I turned and walked toward the tech department. The issue at Apex Technology was complicated. A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

Red and white matter exploded outward, blooming into a mist of blood high in the air. For a moment, time seemed to stop. Only the falling debris and the rain of blood drifted down over Gigatron's stunned crowd below. Dead? A vice guild leader who'd awakened a specialization, who'd been piloting a Level 6 attack helicopter, has just been squashed like an ant? And the Pale Lord leading the group hadn't even lifted a finger. Just one of his subordinates had done this. Inside the Apocalypse Tank, Marcus gulped hard. "S-Sir, the Apache... it's gone."

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

Picking up an excited Adonis, Adryan turns to face the crowd. "Good Morning members of The Blood Moon Pack" Adryan addresses the crowd capturing their attention almost immediately, "I'm sure you guys know the reason behind this gathering, we are here today to initiate my mate, Jade Estrada and my son Adonis Romano into our pack." upon his last words the pack members express their awe and shock and then suddenly break out into an applause, Jade found them looking up at Adonis in awe. "Alpha has a heir?" "That's our future Alpha"

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."

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.