Post Apocalyptic Seattle Novels & Stories

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse. Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow. The apocalypse had started early. Which meant every second mattered now. I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

Scott's reputation was on par with Milo's and Alex's. He was a truly remarkable leader. In Hayley's memories from her previous life, Scott had followed the same strategy. He pushed outward from the city center. In the early years of the apocalypse, his expansion was incredibly aggressive. Unfortunately, Tomorrow Base was wiped out in the fifth year of the apocalypse. When it fell, they still hadn't broken out of the city…because it really was that hard. Hayley had taken the approach of surrounding the city from the countryside. She had solid logistics backing every step forward. When things got too dangerous, she could pull back, hide for a while, and chew away at the problem slowly.

It tears through our digital forms, burning away the last vestiges of our identity. We are no longer code. We are the lightning. We are the scream. "It is done," Echo whispers, his voice fragmenting into static. "The cycle is broken." "No," I say, as the white light consumes me. "The cycle is complete." The screen fades to white. The Aftermath. The white fades. But it doesn't fade to black. It fades to grey. Rain. Rain lashing against a window. Seattle. 2024. A small, cluttered apartment. It smells of stale Thai food and loneliness. The light is dim, the streetlamps filtering through cheap blinds.

Several more coins tumbled from their pedestals, their musical chimes creating a discordant symphony. "The magical infrastructure is collapsing," Marcus said urgently, grabbing Sage's arm. "We need to evacuate." But Sage pulled free, kneeling again beside the pool. The water was churning now, the images fragmenting into pieces she could barely comprehend. Street signs in a language she didn't recognise. A distinctive skyline with towers that spiraled like dragon scales. A logo for a tech company that made her chest tighten with inexplicable recognition. "Seattle," she gasped as the pieces clicked together. "They're in Seattle."

Eliza's POV The town was called Port Angeles. Three hours from Seattle, tucked against the Olympic Mountains, staring out at the gray expanse of the Strait of Juan de Fuca. It was the kind of place people came to disappear—foggy mornings, quiet streets, everyone minding their own business. The kind of place where a person could start over and no one would ask questions. I'd flown into Seattle under a fake name, rented a car with cash, driven through rain that never seemed to stop. Adam wanted to come. I told him no. Chloe had been clear: alone. If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both.

The scent of salmon filled the air. “What’s this?” “It’s food. Did he not feed you?” It shook his head. “Pellets tossed into the cage once a day, but nothing like this.” She breathed out. “Try it. It’ll be good for you.” Misty took a tentative bite, then another and another. Blue panted happily and joined in. While they both ate, Akaisha went online and browsed for real estate property. There weren’t many residential dwellings anymore. Most people lived in apartments and condos. They converted what was left of the houses before the apocalypse into businesses. She searched for something commercial or industrial. Preferably industrial. Those buildings and land had more promise. There were seve

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen