Post Apocalyptic Science Fiction Novels & Stories

I listened intently to Gage as he tried to acquaint me with everything that he thought I needed to know about this post-apocalyptic world and the group of humans that he’d managed to endure with after the numerous nuclear explosions. At any rate, my eyelids kept drooping shut for longer periods of time as he went on, and it got to the point where I couldn’t pull them back open. I nodded off somewhere in the middle of his monologue, knowing I wouldn’t remember half of what he’d said tomorrow. My dream took on a lifelike quality as I felt hot lips press against the tender spot behind my ear, and I swore I could feel teeth nibbling on my earlobe a second later.

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

I am a genius and an expert in many different ways, but I am also a mischief little brat. I don't have the ambition to revive the world like my dear mother. Who is my mother? Well, she is the most psychopathic scientist I have ever met. All she does is work, work and work. Due to my father's death which she killed with her hands... Her heart and soul is corrupted in creating an antidote for the zombie virus. She is pregnant for two months with me when the world collapse in the apocalypse. They only survive one month together when my father saves her from a raging zombie.

That's what happens in the apocalypse movies," Zylah said with a shrug. Cities collapse and humanity freaks out. I just hope that at the end of this no one will be turned undead. Or, at best, that some dead comes back to life. That statement, somehow, made me sweaty cold. The only consolation of the next day was knowing that all humanity breathed relieved to have gotten rid of a nuclear attack, because everything else was real crap. Miguel and Paul even managed to convince the rulers of our country not to go to war. Both remained alongside the head of state security to prevent him from giving the approval to the war. I didn't know how they found the man's location, if some magic was really a

They are afraid the helicopter belongs to the bad groups like they read in the novels these few weeks . The couple had bought many novels and fiksyen books about the backward world and the future world , the apocalypse novel and the cultivation novel . Although most of them are only the writer's imagination still they might get few information about the world they might went to and here they are , at the future world . The apocalypse world. Adrian added two more warrior puppets at the entrance to the office and enters the living room to stay with his wife . The black thick curtains will be able to cover everything inside the floor , outsider won't be able to see anything inside anyway .

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen

So close. She didn’t touch her. Aria felt it anyway. They drove again. Past the edge of anything familiar. Past road signs too weather - worn to read. Past the last glow of working streetlamps, until even the gas stations looked like old bones. They pulled behind one station swallowed in vines. A single pump still blinked a faint green, oblivious to the apocalypse. No lights. No people. No sounds but the wind scraping over broken signs. Inside the RV, Aria collapsed onto the back bench, wrapping herself in a blanket that smelled like burnt cedar and someone else’s old perfume. Her eyes didn’t close. She just stared.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.