Post Apocalyptic Outfit Ideas Novels & Stories

Gab’s POV I helped Skye take off the black dress that she was wearing for the funeral when the riot started. But since we wanted to make sure she was wearing personal protection of easy to use weapons such as a pistol, knife and of course, a bulletproof bodysuit beneath the black dress, right now, the body suit was all she was wearing. She fell asleep and woke up with the same clothes, and maybe because we were in a situation where we were literally trying to stay alive, I don’t know about Marco, but I did not have any lewd thoughts seeing her in this clothing until the flow and direction of our conversations turned upside-down!

The rogues that lived here didn't have clothes the way everyone else did, in fact, i had noticed that most of the time they just walked around either in the nude, or simply in their wolf forms, so the items of clothing I had been given did not exactly consist of a full outfit. The bits of cloth I had consisted of two large strips of fabric one black and one brown, which I myself would have to fashion into some sort of respectable costume for me to wear while we made our way back to Gilliards pack. I quickly wrapped the black cloth around my newly toned torso, and tied it in a tight knot at my hip creating a strapless top, but covering up the majority of the scars littering my back. The scarr

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

She let him take the bag from her shoulder. He crouched, opened it, and began rearranging the contents with efficient hands. Ammunition lower. Medical roll to the outer pocket. Food tucked tighter. He did not ask permission because he knew she would stop him if she wanted him to. That small certainty warmed her more than the coffee. “You know,” she said, “some people might consider rifling through a woman’s bag intimate.” Rowan glanced up. “Some people pack badly.” “I survived the apocalypse twice with my terrible packing.”

Joining the Rogue pack could be my best decision yet. I give a sad laugh before I make my way to the shower and I wash off. I step out of the bathroom, hair dripping and a towel around my waist. I have decided on my outfit for the day. It is hanging in the wardrobe, it is the only thing in the wardrobe. I wanted to go with something comfortable and at the same time casual, so I settled for some cargo pants, a tight-fitted top, and a jacket. It took me everything not to wear one of my brother’s hoodies but I need a zip-up jacket.

As long as we are careful and stay alert I am sure being in this smelly human city we should be safe. She conceded garcefully and I headed out to have a little fun. The first place I went to was a shooping mall to find a clothes shop. I possessed nothing of my own and the clothes I had found were a couple of sizes to big but when I entered a little boutique I found the sight and feel of all those beautiful clothes overwhelmed me. I stood frozen to the spot unable to doanything my eyes darting to and fro taking in all the colours and materials I did not know which way to turn. It took a few minutes to regain control of my senses and then I smiled at the young woman who approached me, she was

Maybe it was because I wasn’t privileged to wear whatever I wanted in my former pack, I just had to get clothes from the bin whenever they were dumped, almost all the clothes I owned back then were from the trash cans, leftover of the pack members. “Wow, these are…..” I trailed off and she just smiled and made her way out of the section leaving me alone to pick out whatever I wanted to pick. I ended up picking some flannels, Baggy T-shirts, cargo pants, Joggers, sweatshirts, bucket hats, sweat pants, boyfriend jeans and face caps, I picked dark colours mostly because I wouldn’t want to unnecessarily light up a building with my choices of clothing, by the time I was done, I had almost filled

The other Lycan, Dylan was my new guard and so far, he had done a good job. I looked at the dresses Alice laid out for me on the bed and twisted my lips. It didn't matter anymore. Who was I dressing for? Adrian hardly had any peace of mind to even notice my adornments. Lately, I found myself wishing I had breeches, something very comfortable for me to flee in case of any situation. "The green." The green was less adorned with the golden pleats and stones. It would surely be lighter and more comfortable. "I require no make up today. "

This was not good. After breakfast and a nice hot shower, Katie rummaged through the black bags, looking for something that didn’t stand out. She hadn’t paid for most of her clothes, and they ranged from trashy with holes to over-the-top nice, depending on what situation she needed to blend into. Katie settled for a pair of jeans, a three-quarter-sleeve maroon top and a light leather jacket. She glanced in the mirror and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Maybe she should use some of the money from selling her car to dye her hair, and maybe a new haircut. Would it make a difference? She doubted she would blend in, either way.

Yanlong binged herself again with no concern towards calories. She was coming back from a diet. Even if it only amounted to mosquito leg, she wanted to store up energy, for food is the first thing to become scarce in the apocalypse. She had spent almost five days without a single morsel in the past. Worse, she did not think she could eat this kind of tasty food not any time soon. They went to the central mall in the afternoon for clothes shopping. While the rest bought normal clothes, Yanlong bought the sturdiest and cheapest all weather clothes and athletic clothes.