Post-apocalyptic Novels & Stories

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.

I just no longer lived inside it. I had become something else. Not safe. Not finished. An active architect of the ground under my feet. Reactive survival had carried me through the first weeks after rebirth. This was different. This was choice stacked on choice until the land itself reflected the decisions. The system stirred as the last light left the tree line. Pale text, cleaner than some of the earlier notices. [Arc progress acknowledged.] [Base functionality: basic long-term threshold met.] [Storage capacity expanded.] [Next major unlock window approaches with the first public crisis.]

“What are you talking about?” Clara’s lips curled into a strange smile. “Why bother? The world is ending soon anyway.” They had been reborn too? I was shocked, but I quickly masked it with a cold smile. “Nonsense! Anyway, I sincerely wish you two the best. I hope you and Ethan stay together forever.” Because when the apocalypse hits, it will be so much easier to destroy you both together. “Hey! What’s going on here?” A booming, authoritative voice rang out from the front entrance of the restaurant. A tall, broad-shouldered young man in a dark suede jacket walked in, flanked by two imposing security guards from the shopping center.

"I'm trying to help. The strain is unstable. If I could just run some tests—" "Tests?" Harrison laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You want to run tests on a billion-dollar project after breaking into a secure facility like some kind of criminal?" "I wouldn't have to break in if you would listen to me!" Violet's voice cracked. "I've been trying to tell you. The outbreak is coming. We have less than two weeks now, and if we don't—" "There she goes again," Alicia said softly, her voice dripping with false concern. She turned to Harrison, placing a delicate hand on his arm. "The apocalypse. The zombies. The rebirth. It's the same story over and over."

“Then, we’re both finished, might as well let the zombies eat us whole.” I shook at the thought of how I had died in my past life… no way!” I paced around the small room, trying to process everything. First the apocalypse, then the walkers, and now the cartel Apparently the universe wants me dead… my life had become a complete nightmare. “Since we’re both screwed, why don’t you help me find who stole those tubes?” I said finally. Adrian looked at me and scoffed. “We? I don’t think you understand that you’re more screwed, I’m only a collector.”

Donna spent years believing the man who married her had saved her and her deaf brother from poverty. She was wrong. Michael never loved her, he only wanted her knowledge and used Donna's inventions to build his failing company into a powerful empire while taking credit for everything she created. He gave her just enough money to keep her brother alive and used that weakness to control her. Then Donna discovered his greatest secret. Her husband was sleeping with his stepsister, Angela. However, she endured their betrayal because she was afraid of losing the only person who mattered to her, but she never expected the world to end. When the flood came, Michael chose Angela and threw D

My heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced my expression to remain perfectly blank. In the web novel I had read in my past life, the viral collapse took three months. It was a slow, creeping dread that worked its way through the lower districts before eventually breaching the gated communities. It gave the wealthy elites plenty of time to pack their designer bags, secure their private compounds, and retreat gracefully while the middle class burned. The original Adriana had spent those three months planning an extravagant wedding, entirely blind to the fact that her fiancé was using her fortune to buy his own survival.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

Within days, the power would fail, shops would be emptied, and people would begin killing one another over food and water. I remembered every terrible thing that followed because I had lived through it. I had watched the world collapse. I had lost everyone I trusted. I had died believing there was no way out. Yet somehow, I was back before it all began. I sank onto the bed, covering my mouth as tears filled my eyes. I didn't understand why this had happened, and I was frightened to believe it was real. But when I looked at the date again, one thought pushed through the confusion. I had another chance.