Post Apocalyptic Science Fiction Novels & Stories

* I circled the third one twice before I set the pen down. It bothered me more than the other two combined. ----- My phone buzzed as I was closing the file. **Unknown Number.** *You found another layer.* I stared at it, waiting for the next one. *Good.* Then, a beat later: *But don’t mistake access for trust.* Something in me went cold and sharp at once. I typed *Who are you?* and let it sit there, unsent, my thumb hovering over the screen. I deleted it and tried something else instead. *Why are you watching me?*

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end. As expected, the most terrifying thing in the apocalypse was still humanity. Weeks passed, and most people had completely run out of supplies. A group of people banded together to head out in search of food and supplies. However, they got into a bloody fight over a bottle of water. Meanwhile, another group of people gave in to their darker impulses and began robbing other households and killing people for supplies.

Zirraco said. " If that's true, how come we have never heard of it ? " Eric asked. "Much like the dimension that Zen Academy was housed in, Apadore exist in a plane of exisitance between our world and another!" " Ay os meos ! " Adrain said slabbing her hand on her forehead. " More sci-fi dimmensional crap! Who writes this stuff ? " " I have only a limited data base when it comes to it's origins. " Zirraco said. " But Apadore originally was ment to be a safe haven to nurture the offspring of the surviving Akarrians and the humans they had mated with. "

Every detail was accounted for, every system optimized for efficiency. In the afternoons, she focused on her mental health. She read books from the library, practicing her meditation and journaling about her experiences. She wrote about her past life, her death, and her rebirth. She wrote about Julian, Brenda, and Chloe—their betrayals, their cruelty, their ultimate downfall. She wrote about her plans for the future, the world she intended to build in the aftermath of the apocalypse. The journaling was cathartic, a way to process her emotions and maintain her sanity.

"Food's gonna get cold." The apartment stayed warm from the heat, and everyone ate happily around the table. After dinner, Jeremy volunteered to do the dishes. Hughie and Beatrice laid out some sodas, beers, and snacks. Nicole thought things still felt a little too quiet, so she had the dog carry over the tablet. Before the apocalypse, she had downloaded a ton of movies, TV dramas, and variety shows from different streaming sites to pass the time. Too bad life stayed nonstop after the disaster. Between scavenging for supplies, studying, and farming, she barely had time to watch anything.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

One thing was sure. Whatever was out there wasn't human and it had us trapped. I looked down to irena who now had her head on my lap, looking peaceful in her sleep. "I hope." ❇❇❇ I'm so sorry for updating so late. I was preparing for some exams but is was proponed due to covid 19 issues but now that I have till august to prepare I might update faster, thanks for bearing with me.

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.