Post Apocalyptic Book Novels & Stories

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

I dug my heels into the horse’s side and raced forward. By the time I reached the gates. The sharp metallic scent of blood had already reached me. I dismounted before the horse had fully stopped. my gaze swept across the camp. The newly bult shelters still stood. Thank the heavens. “Your Highness.” A captain said, hurrying towards me. “Report.” He bowed. “The attackers set fire to the food tent. Most of the rations are gone.” He hesitated. “Two refugees were killed.” I closed my eyes briefly, releasing a breath I had not realized I was holding. “And our men?”

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

After training for two solid hours, she was drenched in sweat and exhausted to the bone, yet she felt strangely comfortable afterward. If she wanted to survive and live better than others, she had to keep improving. Nicole made a schedule. Two hours a day for physical training. Three hours studying traditional medicine. Another two hours teaching herself basic surgical knowledge. The storage space held over 100 books, all quietly taken from the university library. She could work through them over the coming years. She had also grabbed psychology books. Those needed attention, too. In the apocalypse, people didn't just die from disasters. The ones who survived longest were often no longer nor

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

For now, I had bigger things to worry about. --- That night, I sat on Lily's balcony, staring at the city skyline. Three days until the apocalypse. Three days until everything changed. "Emma?" I turned. Lily was standing in the doorway. "Are you okay?" "I don't know." I looked back at the city. "Everything is happening so fast. The divorce. The apocalypse. The powers. I feel like I'm drowning." Lily sat beside me. "You've been drowning for three years. Now you're finally swimming."

Instead, he leaned back against a mahogany shelf, his casual sweater bunching at his shoulders. He looked at the stack of books on my desk, his eyes lingering on a tattered spine I had tucked at the bottom. "Wait, is that THE STAND?" he asked, pointing to the thick paperback. I looked down, my eyes landing on the book he was referring to. It was a survival horror story. Something about an alien invasion and humans getting wiped out one by one. "Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable."

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

she asked. Aaron looked at her calmly. “Do what?” “Act like a gentleman during the apocalypse.” That faint smile appeared again. “Only around you.” Natasha immediately looked away before he could see the effect of that answer. The drive through New Haven was peaceful. The deeper they traveled beyond the central district, the more Natasha noticed how structured everything truly was. Security towers stood positioned strategically along the roads. Automated drones occasionally crossed overhead. Power grids illuminated entire streets without interruption. This was not survival anymore. This was civilization rebuilding itself. Eventually the city lights behind them began fading as Aaron drove far