Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

"Their base wouldn't survive if it's full of useless people. It's hard to admit but Agila is capable enough for them to survive this long into the apocalypse. How many bases of the government had fallen? Countless, but Agila remains a force on its own." Everyone turned silent. Even though it was hard to admit, Gracea's words had some truth in them. The apocalypse was harsh, sparing no one on its way. Millions of people got infected, and every country's government tried its bests to save their people. Creating a safe haven for them, and providing rapport. Among the early bases founded, Agila was a force to be reckoned with. They do not like how the government made their rules, and the rules t

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity. “Miss Vale?” I looked at him. “I’m Adrian Bellini. My family funds part of Professor Shaw’s closed project. She asked me to make sure you got back safely.” I remembered Professor Shaw mentioning the Bellini family once during a project meeting, but I had never met him before. “Hello, Mr. Bellini,” I said. Behind me, Dante did not follow. This time, I did not look back. The car door opened. Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim.

We'll deal with that problem if shifting becomes a necessity. The outpost has grown to three times the size it was during our last visit. Not in the least pretty, it's a ragtag mess that somehow manages to appear organized. Humans slapped together houses, huts, and cabins with whatever material available or used trailers and semitrucks as living quarters. Designated spaces much like campgrounds before the apocalypse give each family a small area of their own. A cordoned-off square, in the center of town, has trade good stands with people gathered around, looking through wares and bargaining with their own products. Paper money is good for nothing but wiping your bum in the new world. This to

Adrian said. Considering that Apadore was where we lost one of our own, let’s just say it wasn’t our favorite place in the world. “The reapers are invading Apadore?,” Rick asked. Apparently , the alligence made a few new friends during their whole human Extinction” campaign said Adrian. Hello? Last time we were there a whole Bunch of hybrids wanted us dead,” ‘The Alligence wanted you dead,” Lisa said. “Apadore is the safest place in the world for hybrids. Thousands of refugees go there to escape Vanity.

Fallon: It was kind of a crazy night. Cage had brought up a few board games, and we ended up eating far more than we should have. In fact, we made it our mission to finish as much food as possible. I don't even know why. I guess we just kept picking at the things that would go bad first. By then, the apocalypse had already been going on for a few weeks or probably over a month. At first, it spread through the rogue community.

For the first time since the apocalypse began, I could freely relax in the courtyard and enjoy the sunlight without fear. The people who survived the apocalypse gradually found their own ways to adapt. Most abandoned life on the surface entirely, building massive underground cities instead. Only I chose to remain above ground. I never sealed the tunnel Sharon dug from the convenience store to my basement. In fact, I eventually expanded it all the way to the underground city itself. Over time, I transformed my estate into a full-scale surface living experience park. Children born after the apocalypse, and people nostalgic for life under an open sky, could purchase tickets to visit and experie

All six have names now. Five have estimated locations. The sixth, someone called Beaumont, is a name without a place. LUS’s model holds the others and loses Beaumont completely, as though the person steps sideways out of the graph. Maya marks the gap. She will come back to it. Resources: a continuity facility with power, redundancy, protected communications, and supply routes. An administration survives the apocalypse because, irritatingly, it is designed to survive precisely that. The world ends, civilization collapses, and somewhere beneath reinforced concrete a procurement form continues circulating for signatures.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In