Post Apocalyptic Setting Novels & Stories

Pieces worth millions were reduced to dust. The house looked like a wasteland. The irony was bitter. They had turned their own mansion into the very apocalypse they had invented. When they finally wore themselves out, both of them collapsed onto the floor, panting. Their stomachs growled. The hunger burned through them like a flame, gnawing at the inside of their ribs. Dad's eyes landed on a biscuit on the floor, something that had fallen during the fight. He swallowed hard and reached out for it with a trembling hand. His body wanted it badly enough to override everything else.

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

For the first time since the apocalypse began, I could freely relax in the courtyard and enjoy the sunlight without fear. The people who survived the apocalypse gradually found their own ways to adapt. Most abandoned life on the surface entirely, building massive underground cities instead. Only I chose to remain above ground. I never sealed the tunnel Sharon dug from the convenience store to my basement. In fact, I eventually expanded it all the way to the underground city itself. Over time, I transformed my estate into a full-scale surface living experience park. Children born after the apocalypse, and people nostalgic for life under an open sky, could purchase tickets to visit and experie

Fallon: It was kind of a crazy night. Cage had brought up a few board games, and we ended up eating far more than we should have. In fact, we made it our mission to finish as much food as possible. I don't even know why. I guess we just kept picking at the things that would go bad first. By then, the apocalypse had already been going on for a few weeks or probably over a month. At first, it spread through the rogue community.

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

"Their base wouldn't survive if it's full of useless people. It's hard to admit but Agila is capable enough for them to survive this long into the apocalypse. How many bases of the government had fallen? Countless, but Agila remains a force on its own." Everyone turned silent. Even though it was hard to admit, Gracea's words had some truth in them. The apocalypse was harsh, sparing no one on its way. Millions of people got infected, and every country's government tried its bests to save their people. Creating a safe haven for them, and providing rapport. Among the early bases founded, Agila was a force to be reckoned with. They do not like how the government made their rules, and the rules t

"By the way, weren't you given a medal of honor by the military. I heard they give some to soldiers after being discharged." "They gave before the war," I said. "After the war, everything changed. Things became a disarray within camp, everyone was slowly losing their minds trying to combat the werewolves. No one had the time to think about medals. Everyone only thought about their safety. . .and the safety of the ones we were trying to protect as we fought. The frontlines were worse than any apocalypse." No one said anything. The room was quiet, only the sound of a cicada could be heard in the background.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

The atmosphere felt tense as the six inhabitants of the settlement exchanged uneasy glances. After much discussion they reached an agreement, although neither party was satisfied. It has been just over a month since they came to this world, thanks to a benevolent god who allowed them to travel in here just moments before their last breath. Each of them came to this world for different reasons, but they all have the same goal: to save humanity. However, so far, they have not seen a single human being. They even began to question whether there were any humans in this world. They haven't seen many animals either.

When I encountered a complete blockage of abandoned vehicles, I would instantly retract the SUV into my space, nimbly climb over the wreckage, and then summon the vehicle again once I was clear, continuing toward an auto mall more than twenty kilometers away. This was the very beginning of the apocalypse. The vast majority of the global population had already turned into zombies. Even more lethal, in the coming one to two months, nearly twenty percent of the remaining survivors would also become infected from bites and scratches. The human population would plummet, dropping to less than a tenth of what it was before the apocalypse. From now on, humanity’s numbers would only continue to dwind