Post Apocalyptic Literature Novels & Stories

With the US of A still suffering the effects of the Black Tuesday market crash of '29 in nearly every market sector— heavy industry, construction, farming, logging, fishing and mining in particular— and abroad, with political tensions high in Europe and Germany’s chancellor’s aggressive foreign policy and large scale rearmament, there were growing concerns of another war as European countries proclaimed their alliances and polarized against each other. To Evelyn’s post-war generation, raised by parents alienated by the hopelessly narrow-minded, avaricious and passionless policies of its global leaders, suffering under growing income disparities only intensified her desires to curb the power

Hell, even when he wasn’t nearby tingles persisted in every part of my body, as if my skin was buzzing with energy, anticipating the second his body would come into contact with mine. Saint and I continued trudging through the trees on two feet, Katya still in the lead as I processed everything. It was true that this post-apocalyptic earth was treacherous, and the next day was not a guarantee. Although, it appeared not every piece of this planet’s terrain had been touched by mankind’s toxic weapons. This woodland I was presently traveling through served as a near epitome of perfection with its plentiful plant life and fauna available for me to peruse. Even so, the warmth radiating through me

This was one time she wished she could become invisible. The rain had stopped by the time she made it outside to a blackened sky. Most of those that were outside were the “freaks.” Even in the post-apocalyptic world, where it was more advanced, slurs were still a thing but now aimed at those preternatural. Vampires, lycanthropes, elves, nymphs, Aziza, Yumboes, and seemingly normal people.

second coming" with hope and faith, to eradicate the evils of this world.” "But this second coming would be after the apocalypse, according to the Bible ..." Mark said. “It would be naive to think the clone child represents that second coming at the present time.” “And what makes you think that we are not on the verge of an apocalypse?” Richmond asked with some perspicacity. “The conflicts in the Middle East do not stop; treaties against the proliferation of nuclear weapons are dying; there are countries like North Korea and Iran challenging the rest of the world with their tests; the growing tension between Russia, Syria and the United States with their allies like Israel ...”

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one