Post Apocalyptia Novels & Stories

He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity. “Miss Vale?” I looked at him. “I’m Adrian Bellini. My family funds part of Professor Shaw’s closed project. She asked me to make sure you got back safely.” I remembered Professor Shaw mentioning the Bellini family once during a project meeting, but I had never met him before. “Hello, Mr. Bellini,” I said. Behind me, Dante did not follow. This time, I did not look back. The car door opened. Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim.

In a fit of rage, the drug addict lashed out, stabbing Stephanie with a makeshift weapon. The prison room was stark and gloomy, the air heavy with tension and despair. The altercation between Stephanie and her fellow inmate escalated quickly, their voices filled with anger and hostility. Amidst the chaos, the drug addict seized an opportunity to strike back, driven by a potent mix of anger and the grip of addiction.

I raised my arms up and screeched as silently as possible. “You know what you have done. This entire thing was wrong, Alice. We could have died over there and for what, a human? A human who next time she sees us will try to fucking cut off our heads. We had to leave her all alone again to fend for herself, so all of this was useless.” Alice licked her fingers clean after finishing the damn thing and looked up at me. ‘I don’t care Alexandria. I can’t stand there and watch them rape her. This is fucked up.’ She said, clenching her fists.