Post Apocalyptic Science Fiction Novels & Stories

A soft blue light scanned his retina immediately. Access granted. The enormous doors slid open silently. Natasha slowly walked inside, and stopped again. The interior was even more unbelievable. Scientists moved between glowing workstations while holographic systems projected data across transparent screens. Advanced medical equipment lined entire sections of the facility. Pharmacists worked carefully behind sealed laboratory glass while researchers analyzed biological samples inside secured chambers. Natasha turned slowly, stunned beyond words. “This place survived the apocalypse?” she asked quietly. Aaron walked beside her calmly. “No.” His eyes moved across the facility proudly. “We built

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

The world fell into chaos and he, a disabled young man was immediately escorted by the Military Marshal under the request of his father. Although he also develops an ability, it is not enough for him to cure his leg injuries. His injuries were very severe at that time and it took him a whole year after the apocalypse began before all of his injuries from the car accidents healed. And the reason for his healing is the spiritual lake of his space ability that he awakens one year after the apocalypse began. Wei Zhi Yin was pulled back into reality after hearing the door open for the second time and one familiar doctor came inside the room as he was being followed by other two figures who are al

Meanwhile, Esmeralda and Agatha followed by their side. “France is no longer the country of romance as it used to be.” Dorothy sighed lightly. What came into sight were the signs of ruin everywhere. Domestic garbage, tramps in tattered clothes on the streets, smashed doors of stores, crashed vehicles, and burned-out buildings were everywhere... Various signs showed that this was a post-apocalyptic place. After the powerhouses of the universe entered Earth, many people did not go to America. Instead, they had been searching for opportunities all over the world. Those people were reckless and did whatever they wanted abroad. In their eyes, the local regime was an existence that they could crus

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

We walked quickly through the halls of the pack's headquarters, the sounds of our footsteps echoing through the silent halls. I looked up, I saw Alpha Rowland walking into the room from the bathroom. He had just recovered from the deadly plague and I couldn't help but be struck by the change in his appearance. His body looked gaunt, almost skeletal, and his skin was pale, as if all the color had been drained from him. His once sharp features were now softened, and there was a look of exhaustion in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel a sense of concern as I looked at him, knowing just how close he had come to losing his life.

The silence had hollowed the empty ruins of the streets but still, there was something beneath these ruins that made a way to hope for a day of sun to shine again. Under cracks within the concrete roads, and the gaps that take you to the place which has been hidden by the bare eyes of the creepers roaming as the modern world’s Anpu, guarding the planet from the last source of returning Titania. The place which differs from the darkness corrupted on the surface, has a lively and sparking life emerging inside the whole vessel. A reconstructed underground city, a place to hide for the survivors of the dreadful apocalypse and its aftermath. For some, it is enough to live their whole life, hidden

Ryan huffed. I smiled and didn't say anything. He took that as approval and babbled on. Ryan was such an idiot. When the apocalypse broke out, I had fought through zombies and negotiated with the upper ranks so he could have a comfortable life and a lab. When he lived off what I provided, why didn't he talk about manners then? In our past life and until now, he had rarely had to face zombies himself because of me. Now that I clearly saw him for who he was, I finally realized what a selfish fool he truly was.

We had been two threads of different colors, woven together for years, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. Now I was just one half of something torn apart. I told myself I needed time — to learn how to live without him, to scrape him out of every corner of my mind. And little by little, I did. Three months later, I could finally breathe again. I could cook my own meals, walk outside, look at the sea without breaking down. I was… okay. Not healed, but functional. Before all of this, I’d earned dual degrees in Software Engineering and Artificial Intelligence.

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.