Post Apocalyptic Seattle Novels & Stories

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

Rain fell soft and steady on the awning of Maya’s Sweet Start, the kind of Seattle rain that soaked into your bones without you even noticing. Sophia pressed her face to the window, watching people hurry past with umbrellas like colorful mushrooms moving through the gray. She’d been back for three days, and already the city felt more like home than New York ever had. “Earth to Soph!” Maya called from behind the counter, sliding a warm croissant onto a plate. “You’ve been staring at that street corner for twenty minutes. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“You burned them out of the sky, Weaver. You did it. They are gone. The sky is clear, Winnie. You can let go now.” ​I tried to sit up, but the world spun in a sickening orbit. The gravity of the earth felt like a physical chain, dragging my spirit back into the dirt. I looked past him, out toward the city. The Scrapyard was a graveyard of twisted, glowing metal. The great tripods were nothing more than slag heaps, cooling in the morning air. But as I looked further, I saw the lights. The residential sectors were still flickering. The people were emerging from the bunkers, their faces upturned to a sky that was no longer a cage. The city had survived the harvest, even if its soul had been sco

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

The transition from "Gods of the Code" to "Leaders of the Ash" was a brutal education in logistics. Within forty-eight hours of the Apex takeover, the Needle City had transformed. The upper tiers remained a lush, high-tech garden, but the lower tiers—the "Mechanical Gut" of the spire—were now a teeming, chaotic metropolis of millions. The refugees from the Stack were waking up to the three horsemen of the Real: Cold, Hunger, and Scarcity.

Except for enough explosives to level a city block, the facility you're approaching is empty. The real facility is three miles east, and I've activated Seattle's hybrid release protocol. You have thirty minutes to surrender or watch the news coverage of thirty-two rabid wolves in Pioneer Square."

I left her anchored in the safety of the concrete alcove, stepping three inches to the left to peer through the massive western window. Sixty stories below, the city of Seattle was partially blind. The entire financial district block containing Ambrose Tower was completely blacked out, the streetlamps dead, the traffic signals dark. In the eerie, gray ambient light of the storm, the rain swept across the asphalt in vast, ghostly sheets.

​The second I finally got back to my own apartment and locked the door behind me, the sheer reality of the situation began to dawn on me properly. ​I was truly back. I was back in the past, and there were exactly two weeks left before the apocalypse. ​I walked straight into my bedroom and collapsed face-first onto the mattress, tightly gripping the large brown teddy bear I used to cuddle every single night. The teddy I missed so much in those gruelling nights after the apocalypse hit.

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.