Post Apocalyptic Outfit Ideas Novels & Stories

As I gazed at my wardrobe, where my garments hung, my thoughts turned somber, anticipating the encounter with the woman who awaited me. "What on this alien planet should I wear?" I pondered, determined not to disappoint my mother. I knew I had a knack for fashion, my earthly sense of style far surpassing anything these beings had ever seen. Confidently, I declared, "I'll don my finest attire, no doubt about it." Riel, being the handsome devil that he was, could make anything look good. But I wanted to go above and beyond, leaving everyone in awe. A black blazer, a crisp white shirt adorned with intricate gold detailing, and sleek black pants were the perfect ensemble. This otherworldly realm

They were not worth it. I kept walking until I reached the elevator, then stepped out into the cold mountain air and caught a cab to the nearest luxury store in Shadowveil. I bought clothes that would be weapons. Tight black blouses that clung to my breasts and showed just enough cleavage to torment. Pencil skirts that hugged my ass and thighs like a second skin. Heels high enough to make my legs look endless and dangerous. I changed in the fitting room, then forced myself to eat a proper meal; eggs, toast, coffee, because my stomach had been empty since the nightmare began. I needed strength. I needed fuel if I was going to survive this war I was starting.

I get off when the driver calls the last stop. I find a Goodwill store that’s just opening. I wait for the old woman to unlock the doors, shivering on the sidewalk. I need to change. Everything I’m wearing has been cataloged and fed to an algorithm. I buy the ugliest shit I can find. Baggy cargo pants that are three sizes too big. A belt to keep the pants from ending up around my ankles. A stained flannel shirt that smells like mothballs. An oversized, heavy army surplus jacket. And to round off this fashion extravaganza, a Mets ball cap.

When we start getting closer to the heart of the pack, the guys stop walking and get in between two buildings to shift into their human form and get dressed. Then they come back out like nothing happened, looking way better than I would after a shift. Right now, I’m wearing a skimpy black dress with long sleeves to cover myself from the cold… but it’s so short, I’d show my ass to the whole pack if I bent over even the tiniest bit. I also did my makeup a little bit heavier than usual and I put all of my thick hair up in a tall ponytail. I think I look hot, but that’s my biased opinion.

It smarted to touch the wound, so he imagined that it was still closing up. He poked his finger through the hole in his jacket. It might improve the look, he thought ruefully, if he got shot up a few more times. The store hadn’t exactly offered a wide range of clothing, and everything he’d chosen fit into the “basics” range. Basic dark or black jeans or slacks, basic dark or black tops and t-shirts, and the basic black denim jacket. None of it had any spice or attitude, and he didn’t have the accessories to add it.

ASHLEY By the time I was done dressing up, Arden was in the shower and it was a good thing because I was dead sure he wouldn't let me move an inch from this room because of what I was wearing. Not like it was bad, but the possessive beast in him will come out to play when he sees me in this outfit. It was a look I have always wanted to try with my casuals. I was clad in army green cargo pants with a black corset bralette that did so little in hiding my boobs. My cleavage was out in the open and the bralette stopped a few inches below my breasts.

This sounds more like death the more I think about it. As soon as I’m out of the shower I get dressed. In a simple gym outfit, I got for my birthday from Julliet last year I wear them as an illusion of being fit and active. Many don’t understand how I don’t share the same love for the gym as my best friend does. Julliet gyms because it was part of her job and Julliet gyms to let got of her demons, my demons love being with me twenty-four seven. Does one wear make up on a hike?

I peek out through the windows, and the sun's already up. As I step out of the bathroom and peruse through my wardrobe for the perfect outfit, I remember Lux's warning. Come dressed for war. I nod and take out tight leather pants, a white shirt, a leather corset, and heavy boots. If only she knew I'm coming dressed for escape.

A fine trickle of dust filters from the roof timbers and hastily I lower my face before I get an eyeful. They're in... I keep moving. The passage widens a little at one point to make space for a stack of sealed plastic crates. Despite the emergency, I smile to myself. 'Peering at the labels on the crates... Charlotte.'... 'Michael.'... I pick another one: 'James.' Rummaging inside I find walking boots, thick socks, outdoor clothing, and lightweight waterproofs... Of course, a man who once escaped gunmen by running naked into the snow would think of these things...

Her face lit up with excitement. “Happy birthday in advance!” I forced myself to relax. “You’re ready?” she asked, tilting her head before her gaze flicked over my clothes. “Why are you in black sweatpants? And—is that a man’s shirt?” I had ransacked my wardrobe earlier, looking for something to take with me, but everything inside had been chosen by Adeline or Franny. I wanted to leave this life behind. So I chose Jina’s sweatpants and Killian’s shirt. Not for sentimentality, but because it gave me an odd sense of security. I pulled a gray sweater over it for good measure.