Post Apocalyptic Seattle Novels & Stories

“But what the hell was that?” I glanced at the large rodent and shrugged, “It’s a Ratjaw." "A what?" He gasped, "A Ratjaw," I repeated, and began to take multiple steps towards the carcass. "They are going to be pretty common once the apocalypse starts." Harris stared at it. “That thing is going to be common?" he gasped, still clearly shocked, “How are ordinary people even going to survive that? And please don’t tell me tigers and lions are going to be mutate too.”

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

It looked like the green-on-black phosphor of a 1980s terminal. "Who's there?" I called out, scrambling to my feet. I looked around the ruins. Seattle was a skeletal remains of itself. The skyscrapers weren't neon pillars anymore; they were rusted ribs of steel reaching out of the rubble. There were no lights, no cars, no ghosts. Just the wind howling through the hollow eyes of the buildings. **[USER RECOGNIZED: ELARA VANCE (SUBJECT 01)]** **[MESSAGE: YOU ARE NOT ALONE, ELARA. LOOK AT THE SIGNAL.]**

The journey back to Seattle was not a retreat; it was a reclamation of my power and agency. I let out a deep breath, releasing the anger and frustration that threatened to consume me. The bustling city, with all its sounds and scents, served as a reminder of the vibrant life that pulsed within me. I was not defined by the treatment I had endured, but by the strength and resilience that fueled my spirit. With every step, I reclaimed my identity and vowed to forge a new path, free from the chains of the past. Seattle may hold echoes of pain, but it also held the promise of healing, growth, and the potential to create a future where my worth was recognized and celebrated.

The car comes to a sudden halt, and I peer out the window, my eyes widening in surprise as I take in the imposing structure of The Rainier Square Tower Residences. What are we doing at one of the top apartment buildings in downtown Seattle? Before the marriage alliance altered the course of my life, I had dreams and aspirations. One of them involved moving into this very apartment complex in the future. I had meticulously crafted a ten-year plan, mapping out every step to climb the ladder of success and afford a place in this prestigious residence. I wonder what we were doing here.

Knowing if I was a good man, wolf and leader to my pack that she wouldn’t lead my astray but with the other half of me damned beyond repair I wasn't always sure if having the girls and Athena back in my life just to have them ripped from my own bloodied hands a few short months later wasn't a cruel joke the moon goddess has decided was a fitting punishment for the urges I've failed to control. As I drove past the "Welcome to Seattle" sign I realized how gloomy the skies and forest around me had become. Everything had a grayish hue that didn't settle in my gut quite right. How could California's Redwood forest and beautiful Pacific beaches be the neighbor to a place like this? Maybe it's jus

We'll deal with that problem if shifting becomes a necessity. The outpost has grown to three times the size it was during our last visit. Not in the least pretty, it's a ragtag mess that somehow manages to appear organized. Humans slapped together houses, huts, and cabins with whatever material available or used trailers and semitrucks as living quarters. Designated spaces much like campgrounds before the apocalypse give each family a small area of their own. A cordoned-off square, in the center of town, has trade good stands with people gathered around, looking through wares and bargaining with their own products. Paper money is good for nothing but wiping your bum in the new world. This to

Yanlong - Don't panic. Suyan - where are you? Yanlong - Don't make noise. Set all your phones on silent. Yanlong - I am safe where I am. You need to listen to me for the time being. Suyan - Do you think our families are safe? Huomei - My dad's outside the country. Meibing - My parents are in S city. Suyan - mine are in capitol. Yanlong - Wherever your parents are, believe me, they are adults and qualify as important assets in the apocalypse. Nothing will happen to them.