Post Apocalyptic Outfit Ideas Novels & Stories

Their clothes are worn, a mishmash of utility and intimidation. Some wear tattered jeans and boots, others cargo pants tucked into heavy-duty combat boots. Bandanas and headscarves cover their heads, some sporting faded caps with symbols I don’t recognize. Their arms are adorned with tattoos—snakes, skulls, and other sinister designs that seem to move with the flex of their muscles. Most chilling of all are the weapons slung over their shoulders; rifles, machetes, and knives gleaming in the morning light.

"What the hell happened..?" I winced as I remembered my mess. I walked out and looked at the newcomer, stopping a few feet away from him. "What are you doing here?" He was disheveled, bandages were messily wrapped around his arms and torso; his only article of clothing was torn-up denim jeans that had splotches of dried blood. Dirt was smeared around him and all in all, he looked like shit. Apophis looked towards me with a worried look before relaxing slightly.

Storm Setting my backpack on one of the shelves in my wardrobe, I started arranging my outfit for tomorrow. Selecting a pair of black yoga pants with lime green pin stripes that ran down the sides, along with a lime green long sleeved tee shirt and a dark purple zip up jacket, and a pair of Nike runners. I put the clothes on the shelf beside my backpack ready for in the morning.

The next morning, I pulled on my black Costco leggings out of spite and paired them with Uggs, a crisp white V-neck tee and *the* Louis Vuitton Neverfull, which Justin was endlessly impressed by. I couldn't have cared less but it seemed to fit well with my basic bitch uniform and while embarking on a trip to scatter my mom's ashes, a basic bitch uniform seemed like good armor to hide behind. I tugged my blonde hair into a messy top knot and glanced at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes no longer twinkled, my skin looked dull and tired. I sighed and covered myself with an oversized pair of Ray-Bans and set off.

Doran grinned. We walked out from behind the ridge. Despite the darkness, I could see figures standing at the outpost structure. As we moved closer, I could see the familiar black velvet cloaks. Only the ones in positions of power wore these. Us werewolves always looked a little dowdy compared to the impeccably dressed blood suckers. Although, our clothes were ripped a lot more often so it was impractical to be dressed up all the time.

I mumble as I walk towards the door to bolt it. After locking the door, I look around the room and I find my box carefully placed in one corner, so I take out the last outfit that Eden prepared to travel back to silver city in, which is an orange sweatpants and a white crop top which I was not going to be such a bad idea since I was going to be travelling back to silver city with my girls.

“Of course you’re, I almost didn’t recognize you there.” I changed my whole appearance, letting my blonde hair grow out and I watched it turn lighter under the sun. I cleared out my wardrobe and only wear flannel shirts that smell like smoke and pine with denim instead of tailored slacks coupled with boots that are made for dirt so today, dressed in an oversized tee with dark wash jeans make me feel out of place.

*** TEN HOURS AGO After I shower and dress in a pair of vintage-style overalls over a white crewneck, paired with my Nike shoes, I grab my tiny backpack and triple-check myself in the mirror, easily discovering tons of deformities. With the scratches and a bandage on my neck, I look even more poor quality. I have to swallow unnecessarily before earning the very slim courage to step out of my room. Caden is waiting in the living area. He is outfitted in two simple fabrics: fitted camouflaged pants pulled a couple of inches above his ankles and a fitted plain long-sleeve T-shirt that punctuates every muscle of his trunk.

She stroked a finger over the shiny faux-scales. Clothing was a relatively new concept among Mers. Many still used their long hair for covering up or the shell-and-kelp method, but that was mostly the older generations. She had a wonderful collection of Human clothing at home from sale day at the Salvager Market, but it paled in comparison to this selection. Dresses, skirts, bathing suits, shorts, tops, pants… racks and racks of everything… She’d died and gone to Shopping Olympus.

If there is any information unused in this room, it’s them! Meph shoot his eyes open, dashing toward the wanted posters on the wall. They are different images of the same girl. Blue laced dress. Cute little red hoodie. It could easily be the little red riding hood, and one can only know that she is Alice after the information of the trial’s name was given. So now, knowing it’s Alice, what do the posters say? WANTED. WANTED. WANTED. All the posters are different periods of Alice, wearing the same dress, different hats, and in all kinds of positions. One even with only a leg taking up the whole picture. Expanded, maybe?