Post-apocalyptic Novels & Stories

He was right. Vincent Reed buying Apex. The military moving into the area earlier than she remembered. The countdown changing to eleven days. None of it was normal. And now something from the apocalypse was already appearing in the city. They were still supposed to have eleven days. But this was already happening. “This is bigger than food and fuel,” Amelia said. Ian looked at her. “Has this ever happened in your first timeline?” “No.” She kept her eyes on the truck. "The air didn't turn toxic until long after civilization fell. By the time this started happening, people were already fighting over food.”

Victory tasted like ash. Eliana stood at the main gate, watching Sinclair's surviving vehicles retreat down the mountain road. The electromagnetic pulse had done its job. Every engine was dead. Every radio was silent. Every weapon was useless. Sinclair's soldiers were stumbling through the snow, dragging their wounded, abandoning their equipment. They looked less like an army and more like refugees.

[Item Detected: ORIGIN CRYSTAL] [Class: Unique — Function: System Evolution Core] [Absorbing it will advance Spatial Storage to Level 3 and unlock a second ability] [WARNING: Host 3 is seeking the same item] Sera understood at once. This was what her father had died for. This was why they had come in black cars with guns. "What is that?" Gideon's voice had gone very low behind her. "The reason the world might not end for me." She drew a long breath. "Or the reason it ends faster." From somewhere far above, a muffled boom shook the stairwell. "They've breached the plant door," Gideon said. He was already turning, checking the load in his pistol, rolling his shoulders like a man who had done t

The silence had hollowed the empty ruins of the streets but still, there was something beneath these ruins that made a way to hope for a day of sun to shine again. Under cracks within the concrete roads, and the gaps that take you to the place which has been hidden by the bare eyes of the creepers roaming as the modern world’s Anpu, guarding the planet from the last source of returning Titania. The place which differs from the darkness corrupted on the surface, has a lively and sparking life emerging inside the whole vessel. A reconstructed underground city, a place to hide for the survivors of the dreadful apocalypse and its aftermath. For some, it is enough to live their whole life, hidden

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

"If 5% make it through in the long run, that would already be impressive." Even under these conditions, humanity had not stopped fighting. People battled the cold with one hand and each other with the other. Production had ground to a halt. Farming no longer existed, and resource extraction had ceased. Food and energy had become strictly finite. Wars were breaking out everywhere. Some took place between individuals. Others erupted between small nations. Food and energy remained the two forces that drove people insane in the apocalypse. "Good thing I'm not short on either." Cyrus exhaled slowly, grateful for his preparations.

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.

The world slowly returned to normal. But the heat-damaged soil would take decades, maybe centuries or even millennia to recover. Everyone had to keep wearing cooling suits just to survive. The shelter continued growing as people established a city around it. Three years after the apocalypse, individual nations had ceased to exist. All races now lived together as one. Dozens of representatives formed an organization called the Federation to lead us. There was no discrimination, only the mutual understanding of survivors who'd lived through hell together. Everyone worked together and had enough to eat. The problem was that most of Earth's plants and animals had mutated after the extreme heat.

Whatever happened to Marcus along the way, though, he had clearly fallen on hard times. That was the apocalypse. Nothing ever went the way you expected. Zeph shook his head and focused on driving. Halloway had a military base, but the newer parts of the city were just as deserted as everywhere else. Anyone who could get into the base already had. Those who couldn't either moved farther inland or simply gave up. By this point, plenty of people didn't even care anymore. Staying alive one more day was hard enough. Some probably wished the tectonic collision would just happen and get it over with.

Meanwhile, Esmeralda and Agatha followed by their side. “France is no longer the country of romance as it used to be.” Dorothy sighed lightly. What came into sight were the signs of ruin everywhere. Domestic garbage, tramps in tattered clothes on the streets, smashed doors of stores, crashed vehicles, and burned-out buildings were everywhere... Various signs showed that this was a post-apocalyptic place. After the powerhouses of the universe entered Earth, many people did not go to America. Instead, they had been searching for opportunities all over the world. Those people were reckless and did whatever they wanted abroad. In their eyes, the local regime was a