Post Apocalyptic Soldier Novels & Stories

Both commander Abramov and his deputy bowed off their hats to me before exiting the room, leaving me alone to my thoughts and I didn't know when a tear escaped from my ducts. A month passed by in a blur and I was finally discharged from the military hospital after it was confirmed I was fit to move and become a normal citizen, but I couldn't. The world was in total depression since the end of war, there was a huge rise in inflation — the biggest in the history of mankind, and Earth didn't feel like Earth anymore. It felt like hell was already on Earth.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

"Look at me! I am a man kept alive by batteries! I cannot fight him anymore! You are the thing left that is real!" Suddenly the glass ceiling broke. Tons of ocean water crashed into the lab. The lights. Went out. Only the red emergency lamps stayed on. The water began to rise. It swirled around Junes ankles. Through the mist and the spraying water a person appeared. It was the soldier. His clothes were torn. His skin was blue from the water.. His eyes were leaking green light like smoke from a fire. "Doctor Gregory " the General spoke through the soldiers mouth. The voice was deep. Echoed off the walls. "Step away from the man. He is trying to delete your future."

It’s strange, walking through a crowd, feeling them swerve around me, their bodies naturally moving to accommodate my existence without acknowledging I’m there. “Whatever they did in Clearwater must have worked.” One gruff soldier scratched his head. “All the moonspawn evaporated.” “Fuck yeah!” one man pumped his arm in the air victoriously. “Return to base,” a rough command cuts through their revelry. Groaning, the soldiers begin to gather, climbing into their jeeps as they gather their drones and the dropped equipment left behind by the bodies of the now healed rogues that they had manipulated. Watching them drive away, I turn back towards my people.

Half of it crashes to the ground, trapping an unsuspecting and unconscious Caleb beneath the debris. Hugo lands squarely on the two soldiers he targeted, delivering a bone-rattling impact that echoes throughout the warehouse. He crushes one into the ground, eliciting a series of sickening snapping noises. Just as the second soldier lets out a primal roar, he transforms back into human form, overwhelmed by the agonizing pain as Hugo tears into his abdomen with ruthless aggression.

he barked, his voice raw with urgency. We ran — or tried to. The world was collapsing around us. Flames licked at the twisted edges of what had once been a parking garage, now half-sunken into the earth. Soldiers in black armor poured through the smoke, their rifles fitted with glowing tips — tech that didn’t belong in human hands. My heart slammed against my ribs as we dove behind an overturned truck. I could feel them — the humans — their fear buried beneath discipline. They weren’t here by accident. They knew what they were hunting.

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.

“Earthquakes. Floods. Collapses. I went into the broken buildings.” He says it without emphasis, which is how Maya has learned to recognize the things that cost him most. “Everyone runs out of a building when it comes down. Somebody has to be built to run in.” Maya says nothing. “Fifteen years going in after people.” His mouth shifts. “Then the world ends, and the apocalypse mostly removes the people part.” He looks again at the mark. “Now I clear rooms with nobody left inside and label them for a team that isn’t coming.” A small shrug. “Some habits are load-bearing. Pull them out, and I’m not entirely sure what’s keeping the rest of the wall standing.”

The environment was as serene as a midafternoon, yet it was only the unexpected, harsh rays of the sun that brought their lives to an end. That night, the three soldiers who had followed Sophia were killed, but Sophia awoke unexpectedly, completely unaware of her own identity and having lost all trust in her own existence as Sophia Codache. She sat up straight, her gaze fixed on the horizon over her shoulders. It didn't seem to bother her at all, neither the radiation nor the scorching suns. She cast her gaze across the room and saw that the threes were progressively disappearing, until the space had become a desert.

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.