Post Apocalyptic Seattle Novels & Stories

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

Damian asked. “Checking something.” “You threw up because of a nightmare, and now you’re acting like a conspiracy theorist.” She ignored him. Search results flooded the screen almost instantly. VIOLENT ATTACK AT SEATTLE TRANSIT HUB UNEXPLAINED FEVER CASES RISE IN VANCOUVER QUARANTINE RUMORS DENIED BY CDC Her blood ran cold. The dates were wrong, and it was too early. Those articles shouldn’t exist yet. A low electronic tone pulsed suddenly through her skull.

This time, even her jaw started hurting from how wide she had opened it. Her stunned gaze moved around the room slowly. The refrigerator. The softly humming air conditioner. The television. The clean kitchen. The bright lights overhead. Everything looked so normal… so alive… as though the apocalypse had never happened at all. Pearl felt her heart tremble emotionally. Ever since the world collapsed, survivors only cared about finding food, water, and shelter. Things like home appliances had practically disappeared from existence. But here… This place still felt like a real home. Warm. Safe.

Chapter 32: The Golden Cage The world had gone mad. We drove a stolen maintenance van through the back alleys of Seattle. The rain hammered against the roof. It sounded like bullets. I sat in the passenger seat with a tablet on my lap. The screen glowed with a terrifying map. Red dots were popping up everywhere. Every major city. Every small town. "They are hunting us," I whispered. "Look at this feed. A pack in Chicago was cornered in a grocery store. A family in Denver was pulled out of their car."

The silences at four in the morning that I now know were Riley nursing the twins, three thousand miles away, the bond carrying just enough warmth to keep me from going completely under. I processed it. I stopped outside the building in Seattle on the way back once. Just stopped. Stood on the sidewalk in front of what used to be Riley's apartment building, which is now a Blackthorn-Harper Pack community center — half-price workshop rentals for aspiring custom builders, a small legal aid clinic for mixed-blood wolves, a very good coffee cart run by a wolf named Demi who makes the second-best coffee in the world behind Mara. I stood there for a minute.

But now, watching the start of the hot metal structure rise towards him, knowing what was to follow, he knew that this was only the warm-up act; the brutality was still to come. And somewhere in Seattle, little did Amelia know that there was a storm building; she welcomes the day with open doors to another day in the life she has established on Bookmark Haven. A life that was, in fact, on the edge of being split into fragments, as she’ll soon find out.

Chapter 143 ~ Zombie apocalypse ELIJAH's POV I wanted Kylie to take a nap in the room, but she said she'd only do that after meeting Jason, and she knew both him and Mitchell were doing okay. "What's up, you sounded like there was an apocalypse." Jason said when he entered the office and Kylie and I exchanged looks. "You have no idea mate." I said as he took a seat, wiggled Kylie's toes. "You alright?" he asked her and she nodded.

The taxi driver helped load my bags into the trunk. “Where to?” he asked. I gave him the address of my apartment. As we left the airport, I watched the city through the rain-covered window. Seattle was different from everything I knew. Glass buildings rose against the grey sky, surrounded by dark green trees that seemed almost too vivid beneath the rain. Cars moved through shining streets while people hurried along the pavements carrying umbrellas. No ancient estates. No guarded gates. No Contini men dressed in black at every entrance.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur