Novel & Cerita Post Apocalyptic Seattle

Alice hummed and went back to the supply room. We spent a relatively quiet week enjoying the peaceful life of the bunker. For the first time in many years, we had a roof above our heads. We usually stay away from big cities or buildings clusters because seventy out of ten times, it would have someone inside or close by. We used to camp in forests away from people. So being here now was a blessing. I washed my face and cut off my hair shorter. Long hair wasn’t practical. I don’t have the time to brush or find some products to take care of it.

The two of them together walked to a park bench provided in front of the bookstore which was now filled with many people who were taking cover. Hazel, who had previously fallen, was limping beside Calvin as he slowly carried her to calm herself from the traumatic experience she had just experienced. Meanwhile, the streets of Downtown Seattle suddenly turned into ravages. The sound of ambulances and police sirens wailing at each other to help the victims who were injured by the indiscriminate gunfire by Edgar and his men. Several stretchers were also intentionally provided by the roadside to accommodate the injured victims, but were still waiting for the next ambulance to arrive to take them

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

We knew by the loud traffic noise and over-filled dumpsters we were back on Earth. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Adrian said, picking Eric and herself up. “Funny!” Eric said. “We’re definitely not at the academy anymore.” “Then where are we?” Adrian said. “I’ve never seen this place before.” “But I have,” I said, walking past them. I soon came to the Space Needle standing from a distance. I smiled at Eric and Adrian. “Welcome to Seattle.” After all the crazy crap we went through, I brought us to my hometown.

she asked. Aaron looked at her calmly. “Do what?” “Act like a gentleman during the apocalypse.” That faint smile appeared again. “Only around you.” Natasha immediately looked away before he could see the effect of that answer. The drive through New Haven was peaceful. The deeper they traveled beyond the central district, the more Natasha noticed how structured everything truly was. Security towers stood positioned strategically along the roads. Automated drones occasionally crossed overhead. Power grids illuminated entire streets without interruption. This was not survival anymore. This was civilization rebuilding itself. Eventually the city lights behind them began fading as Aaron drove far

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

“Let's get ready quickly. The hotel offers breakfast, and I don't want you to miss it.” The three brothers followed Ignis' instructions, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, and changing clothes. The new clothes were a welcomed fit, replacing the worn-out attire and providing a refreshing feeling. They went down for breakfast, where a variety of foods awaited them. Ignis, once again, showed attentiveness, guiding them through the options and ensuring they were satisfied. However, the routine was abruptly interrupted when the television hanging on the wall caught everyone's attention. A mysterious news report about a fire in Seattle began to unfold on the screen. Disturbing images showed a

The fallout spread through the city as the people trampled each other trying to escape and the muck overflowed into the streets like molasses. By the time Aiden and I got there, it was far too late. We shut off the water to the entire city, but an ocean had already laid siege to Elysium. The only blessing is that there were no deaths. The injuries were too many to count, but shifters are difficult to kill and heal fast. The long term damages will be to the city itself, to people’s mental health, and undoubtedly to me.

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.

was flooded with the raw, unrefined Chorus of the mainland. ​The effect on the Lead-Veiled workers was catastrophic. ​They had lived in absolute sensory silence for years. Suddenly, the emotions of Seattle—the ghosts of the millions who had died there, the hunger of the rats in the walls, the desperate hope of Kael and Elara—slammed into their minds. ​They began to scream, tearing at their Lead-Veils, collapsing to the floor as their private worlds were shattered by the "Overheard." ​"No!" Cyrus roared, rushing for the Terminal. "The isolation is not yet complete!"