Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

"Food's gonna get cold." The apartment stayed warm from the heat, and everyone ate happily around the table. After dinner, Jeremy volunteered to do the dishes. Hughie and Beatrice laid out some sodas, beers, and snacks. Nicole thought things still felt a little too quiet, so she had the dog carry over the tablet. Before the apocalypse, she had downloaded a ton of movies, TV dramas, and variety shows from different streaming sites to pass the time. Too bad life stayed nonstop after the disaster. Between scavenging for supplies, studying, and farming, she barely had time to watch anything.

"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.

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.

All for the crowds, shopping malls, large, tall buildings and towers, popular restaurants like McDonald’s, shopping stores like Macy’s, and coffee shops like Starbucks. This town gives me the impression of being in a post apocalyptic universe where the last of humanity was forced to live in some sort of colonizations, growing their own food, and defending their own territories against intruders, which sounds close to the truth if yesterday’s events were any indication. “We have everything here, why would they want to go anywhere else? Besides, not all of us like to live in a crowded, noisy city. Some of us like the quietness and the simple life that only a sma

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

Saturday morning offered a thin, fragile peace. The wad of cash from Richard was hidden deep in my backpack, a heavy secret, yet a desperate relief. It meant Jasper's hospital bill, that grim monster, could finally be tamed. Mom's cough sounded softer, and Jasper's innocent play filled our small apartment with rare, normal sounds. For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.

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