Post Apocalyptic Horror Books Novels & Stories

At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end. As expected, the most terrifying thing in the apocalypse was still humanity. Weeks passed, and most people had completely run out of supplies. A group of people banded together to head out in search of food and supplies. However, they got into a bloody fight over a bottle of water. Meanwhile, another group of people gave in to their darker impulses and began robbing other households and killing people for supplies.

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

Nobody came in or out without access authorization and that was a good thing. I raised my eyebrows. “À la espionage?” That was almost even better than her comments in brackets, which she always wrote in the text. "Read on," she asked me. Well, that could be something. At the same time, the until then little known animal welfare group Live For Animals learned about the animal experiments in this facility. They managed to smuggle in one of their people in order to get access authorization and in an illegal nightly operation they broke into the building with the intention of freeing the animals there. They not only released normal animals, but also pregnant animals that had embryos infected wit

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

A vampire, armored like the others. He listened. Then nodded once. “Burn the rest,” he said. His voice was even. Controlled. “No survivors.” The words slid into my bones and stayed there. The screams faded slowly. One by one. Until there was nothing but the crackle of fire, the groan of collapsing stone, and the wind dragging smoke across the ruins of everything I had been. I stayed until dawn. Until the rain finally fell—soft, useless, washing blood into the dirt. I stayed alive.

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

I looked at it once and turned away. My belongings had been thrown into two suitcases. Old medicine bottles were mixed with clothes, and a photo from my first remission had cracked down the middle. I took only my documents, my research notes, and the journal I had kept through treatment. Everything else could stay. When I came downstairs, the front doors opened. Dante walked in. His wedding suit had been changed, but he still looked like a man who had come from the wrong ceremony. His eyes found me at once, then dropped to my empty stomach. The color left his face.

It was the smile of a predator who had finally been turned loose in a pen of defenseless sheep. This is what I love about post apocalypse the most: they no longer check your crime records. I adjusted my grip on my pack, feeling the familiar weight of the tools I had kept hidden beneath the mundane supplies. I wasn't just here to survive. I was here to thrive. The wall that kept the dead out also kept the living in, locked in a cage where the rules of civilization had evaporated, and where the only thing that mattered was not whether you were a good person, but whether you were still breathing.

"She never stopped talking about you." For the first time since entering the room, Natasha looked away. The emotion hit harder than she expected. Aaron remained quiet. He knew this wasn't a moment that needed words. Professor Hargrove folded his hands together. "Whatever happens next..." His eyes found Natasha again. "...your parents believed you would finish what they started." The room remained silent. Outside the windows, New Haven continued moving forward. But inside the council chamber, however, everything had changed. Because for the first time since the apocalypse began, they had something more than hope. Now they had direction. And somewhere beyond the ruined cities and forgotten fac

The guard pees himself as cade and I merge, marching towards him with a furious growl, lifting our fist we punch straight through his chest, grabbing his heart and turning it to dust, his body screams, reacting even after the life had left his eyes. An explosion sounded from behind me, looking back I realise my fire had spread out of the room and it was now working it’s way through the hallway, the glass from the lab shatters, shards of glass exploding over the humans left alive, the fire engulfs the room as I turn and climb into the elevator, not feeling even a little guilty for leaving them behind to burn.