Post Apocalyptic Seattle Novels & Stories

On day forty-three of the end of the world, my fiancée, Selena Reed, injected me with poison herself and left me outside the shelter. She was wearing my hazmat suit, curled against Damian Hale, the man I had trusted like a brother. Damian took my storeroom keys and smiled down at me. "You had everything handed to you from the day you were born. Too bad you were never any good at reading people." Fallout rained down. Mutant beasts closed in through the black rain. I watched helplessly as they shut the iron door and survived on the supplies I had gathered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back seven days before global nuclear war broke out. This time around, Damian still played the concerned

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

I tilted my hand, watching the dark sapphire shift color — black to blue to something in between, depending on the angle. 'Built to survive pressure.' My free hand drifted to my stomach. Seven weeks. There was nothing visible yet. No bump. But it was there, real and alive and terrifyingly mine. Mine and Julian's. The city spread out beyond the bathroom window, its lights smeared by the lingering rain. I looked at it for a long moment. Seattle. That beautiful city that had tried to destroy me in more ways than I could count. Below, on the street across from the building, a black sedan sat idly.

She was gone. The weeks after The Burning are a blur. I wandered the ruins of Seattle, the sky perpetually covered in a blanket of ash, the fires never fully extinguished. The air was thick, toxic in some places. People died from simple things—smoke inhalation, dehydration, infection. The world had turned into a graveyard, and I was just another ghost haunting the ashes. I don’t know how I survived. Maybe because I didn’t care if I did.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

The days that followed the fall of Sophia Laurent felt like stepping through broken glass barefoot—every movement forward was necessary, but it came with pain. Emma hadn’t rested more than a few hours at a time since they returned to Seattle. Not that the city was the same. It was a ruin of what once was, its towers scorched and leaning, its alleys bloated with dust, silence, and memory.

I turned over gently, I woke up. He pulled me into his arms, his voice low as he asked. “Are you awake?” I asked in a daze, “Why is it raining again?” The rain tonight was especially heavy, it had stopped for a while when Karen was in the operating room. Cleaning your wound. She didn't expect it to rain so much again. Carlos rubbed my head and explained. “The city of Seattle has always been a city that receives a lot of rain. After some time it will improve. Wait until summer comes and it’s the city of Seattle’s real rainy season.”

If there was one thing I hated about living in Seattle, it was how unpredictable the weather could be at times. It was currently 5pm and a storm was quickly rolling in. Valerie and I sat in the living room, playing a game on her iPad when the power went out and everything went back. An ear piercing shrill sound escaped Valerie and she immediately jumped into my lap. I cradled the little girl as she buried her face in my bosom and cried while using my free hand to pay the couch and find my phone. Once the phone was in my hand, I turned on the flashlight and Valerie finally raised her head to look at me.

Frustrated and hurt, I decided to go to my favorite place, I tell the driver about my office’s address, “Change of route, Mister. To Oldswan St. corner 45 please.” The driver nods at me and peacefully brings me to my Events For Keeps’ office. I enjoy the bright lights set by the high-rise buildings and the nightlife of Seattle. After some time, I finally arrive in one piece, I ask the driver to drop me off two blocks from here, “This is me, how much is it.”

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?