Post Apocalyptic Seattle Novels & Stories

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

He straightened up, towering over us, his massive fists clenching. "Lead the way, Pres," Tank rumbled. Reaper and Sienna took the flanks, firing warning shots into the ceiling to clear a path. I stayed in the center, my mind still reeling from the psychic backlash, trying to keep the group connected. We burst out of the casino doors into the neon-lit street. The scene outside was apocalyptic. The Red-Queen’s fall had triggered a cascading failure in the city’s power grid. The massive holographic advertisements were flickering and dying, plunging entire blocks into darkness. Looters were already smashing storefronts.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

Valeria POV It had been three months since I vanished. Three months since I watched the headlines mourn me as if I were gone forever. Three months since I started pretending I was someone else. I rented a small apartment in a quiet coastal town — the kind of place where no one asked questions and the sea was loud enough to drown out thoughts. Most days I kept the curtains closed. The sunlight felt too bright, too real. I’d sit on the couch for hours, doing nothing. Just breathing. Just trying to forget.

"That means he holds a secret he cannot allow anyone to discover. And whatever that secret is, Hailey and Keegan must have stumbled onto it." A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He struck the desk with his palm. "What is the greatest secret in the apocalypse? Resources." He leaned forward. "The massive shipment missing from Volmart… It's in his hands. And he is hiding it with some kind of spatial ability!"

[Juliet's POV] I jolted awake and gasped heavily for air. I took in the familiar-looking ceiling and bedsheets. I was in the rented apartment I had lived in for three years before the apocalypse. I felt the sun shine on the back of my hand, its warmth feeling so surreal. I picked up my phone resting by my pillow, and the screen lit up. It was July 15th, 2058—seven whole days before the apocalypse happened. I stared blankly into space for five whole minutes before my mind slowly drifted back to reality. I had truly been given a second chance at life.

The layout was nearly identical to how it was before the apocalypse, with the only difference being that all the goods were priced in points. "Let’s go check out the point exchange counter on the first floor first!" As I spoke, we glanced at the elevator floor directory and headed straight for the exchange counter on the left. Kairo marveled as we walked, "The authorities are too amazing! If our family had always lived near here, I would honestly think the apocalypse never happened!" Aaron frequently glanced back at the military police patrolling the entrance and lowered his voice. "Didn’t you hear what the armed police on duty said? Before the apocalypse broke out, the country received a pr

The importance of maintaining resources that didn’t depend on anyone else’s cooperation to function. One line stopped me completely. *If the ordinary systems fail, people will look for answers only after they need them.* I read it twice, something cold settling low in my chest. Margaret hadn’t been predicting one specific event. But she had clearly, deliberately prepared for a world where the systems everyone depended on might simply stop working. ----- The most recent maintenance entry gave me pause. Too recent. I checked the paper log beside the console and found most of it routine, unremarkable — until the very last entry.

My chest tightens painfully, and I turn forward quickly. The drive into the city feels longer than it should. My phone buzzes in my hand, but I ignore it at first, watching unfamiliar streets pass by the window. Seattle always feels alive, busy but calm, loud but somehow peaceful. It’s strange being here knowing it’s not really home… but close enough to everything connected to it. I inhale deeply and unlock my phone. The first person I text is Sienna. Me: We landed. Three dots appear instantly. Sienna: YOU GUYS ALREADY LANDED?!

"Now, where's this famous unsalted potato mash? I want to see if Marcus really cooks as badly as you say!" "Oh, it's worse," Maya called out from across the yard, fanning away a cloud of smoke from Ethan's failed campfire. "It tastes like wet chalk!" "Wet chalk with tactical protein!" Marcus shouted back defensively. I chuckled, feeling the warm, steady surge of dark energy pulsing inside my chest. The world outside Base Alpha was falling apart, torn to shreds by mutated zombies and shifting climate horrors, but standing here in this loud, chaotic, ridiculous courtyard, surrounded by guns, fire, lightning, and laughter... for the first time since my rebirth, I felt like the apocalypse was ac