Post Apocalyptic Literature Novels & Stories

Zirraco said. " If that's true, how come we have never heard of it ? " Eric asked. "Much like the dimension that Zen Academy was housed in, Apadore exist in a plane of exisitance between our world and another!" " Ay os meos ! " Adrain said slabbing her hand on her forehead. " More sci-fi dimmensional crap! Who writes this stuff ? " " I have only a limited data base when it comes to it's origins. " Zirraco said. " But Apadore originally was ment to be a safe haven to nurture the offspring of the surviving Akarrians and the humans they had mated with. "

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.

The importance of maintaining resources that didn’t depend on anyone else’s cooperation to function. One line stopped me completely. *If the ordinary systems fail, people will look for answers only after they need them.* I read it twice, something cold settling low in my chest. Margaret hadn’t been predicting one specific event. But she had clearly, deliberately prepared for a world where the systems everyone depended on might simply stop working. ----- The most recent maintenance entry gave me pause. Too recent. I checked the paper log beside the console and found most of it routine, unremarkable — until the very last entry.

“ The sky that can be seen wide open, the ground that was in a total mess, things around me fully wrecked to fragments, just what the fucking hell happened to the earth?? Looking at the furniture, none of them even survived. The refrigerator that was placed in the kitchen, it was crumbled and disfigured. “Who… what in the world did this?” It looks just like the game I always play—what am I thinking? This is impossible. It is far beyond my imagination. Never once in my life did I think that this was capable of happening in reality. With a full load of thoughts on my mind, I can’t help but look around and analyze the things that are happening in front of me. Everything is a mess. All the furni

} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her. “Then what do you know?” she demanded. {Environmental movement is increasing.} Amanda stared at the message, waiting for something more useful. Nothing appeared. For once, A.R.I.S. had no answer, and that frightened her. She swallowed and tried again. “Is this connected to the catastrophe?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's chest tightened. “Can you calculate what happens next?” {Current data remains incomplete.} Her fear deepened with every second that passed. “What about the original environmental model?” Amanda asked, already dreading the answer. A.R.I.S. remained silent for a moment before responding. {Th

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse. Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow. The apocalypse had started early. Which meant every second mattered now. I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…

Something old and very unknown to those who were born after the 3000s, like me. There was an anomaly, just like in the heavens. A constant sign of life and lights, even in a place that should not sustain life for years. At least, not human life. It was a desert of stone. Abandoned streets and buildings. But somehow, as my car approached the deserted intersection between roads, I noticed that on my back there was a whole world falling into ruins since the first global collapse, since hunger and despair became human dilemmas, while my eyes glimpsed buildings and trades too empty and whole for an apocalypse.

Whilst all around them society descended into over-regulated conservatism (cinema, television, the Internet, and literature taking the hardest prohibitive hits—people had actually been fined for reading banned ‘supernatural’ books and comics featuring the undead, even those published well before the outbreak), religion had taken an unexpected backseat. Geraldine had been of the assumption that the apocalypse, which she’d always known would come on slow, would end up sending people flocking back to the church. Only no. Faith, itself, had been infected. Though in the end, at the pitiful, sad conclusion of it all, most people came around. Death made believers out of most. And that was her role

Worldwide infrastructure failed in less than a day-everything from microchips to national power grids were fried by the blasts. It was an atrocity of the highest order. The ultimate crime against humanity. But this story is not about that war. This story is about what happened next after the bombs had dropped. Before we knew it, the scarred remnants of the world were once again united against a common threat. The nuclear fallout we had created would soon wipe us all from existence. Functioning technology was scarce, so countries began to collaborate once more. Without any other option, humanity began working together to solve the apocalyptic problem we had created.