Novel & Cerita Post Apocalyptic Series

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

This is the post. The. Post. This is where they sawed through the metal, leaving the other portion impaled in my abdomen as I flew in the helicopter. This is the green post that ripped away my happiness. This post stole my hopes of a family. This is the post. The questions from the night before rise in my mind again. Why? Why me? Why did I take my backpack to the dorm instead of leaving campus immediately? Why didn’t I pass the truck in front of me? Why couldn’t my car have landed four inches to the left so that the post would miss me completely?

There was a Level Zero Xenobeast attack. Military cooperation between Base 390 and Base 432 has been established. "We are ready to face the worst apocalypse." Professor from Base 532 discovers a new nuclear-forming substance from the portal. Base 721 is accused of conducting illegal experiments that cause the appearance of more dangerous Xenobeasts. Beware of the Apocalypse! Here’s How to Survive in the Wild. Judge of Base 177 Commits Mass Shooting: Pretext - Xenobeast Infection. Base 221 and Base 641 condemn Base 177's judge as worse as Hitler.

Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals lost to the apocalypse. Data towers erupted in arcs of blue flame, server racks frying, lights flickering as if the world itself had been unplugged. Vaethea’s HUD flickered as she tried to track the chaos, outlining survivors and collapsing debris in jagged outlines. Even now, there was nothing she could do to reach most of them. Far below, in a crater that had once been the center of the city, Aria sat alone. The wind carried ash and the faint taste of burned circuits to her lips.

Old systems collapsed, and while some groups tried to patch things back together, the currents of this new era were way too big for them to steer. New bases or camps rose everywhere. A camp-based civilization was becoming the norm. Anyone trying to bring back the old pre-apocalypse order was just stuck in the past. So nobody should expect the apocalypse to end. That would be a pipe dream. Things would only go back to normal when the virus was totally gone, if that was even possible. The future would be built around bases, and glory would only revolve around camps. Hayley knew they were just small fries back at Base K1, the kind the base wouldn't bother sending rescue teams for. They weren't

"If 5% make it through in the long run, that would already be impressive." Even under these conditions, humanity had not stopped fighting. People battled the cold with one hand and each other with the other. Production had ground to a halt. Farming no longer existed, and resource extraction had ceased. Food and energy had become strictly finite. Wars were breaking out everywhere. Some took place between individuals. Others erupted between small nations. Food and energy remained the two forces that drove people insane in the apocalypse. "Good thing I'm not short on either." Cyrus exhaled slowly, grateful for his preparations.

The world slowly returned to normal. But the heat-damaged soil would take decades, maybe centuries or even millennia to recover. Everyone had to keep wearing cooling suits just to survive. The shelter continued growing as people established a city around it. Three years after the apocalypse, individual nations had ceased to exist. All races now lived together as one. Dozens of representatives formed an organization called the Federation to lead us. There was no discrimination, only the mutual understanding of survivors who'd lived through hell together. Everyone worked together and had enough to eat. The problem was that most of Earth's plants and animals had mutated after the extreme heat.

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.

I echoed, staring into his haunting eyes. “Yes. The balance between worlds is off-kilter, and there are few humans left that tread the thin line between the mortal and spiritual realms. It's those walkers that have served as humanity's links to the divine for centuries. Shamen. Priestesses. Prophets. Witches. Their ranks have dwindled, nearing extinction, replaced by Science and the Material God. A crumbling wall cannot stand for long. Man grows corrupt and fouls the earth that feeds him. Belief is dwindling, and respect for the land is consumed by greed. Man runs out of resources, water, fuel. Civilization is unsustainable. It's high time for the demons and spirits of strife.”

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my