Novel & Cerita Post Apocalyptic Soldier

Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse. When he saw me, he slowed down and lowered the window. “I’m going your way. Get in.” I opened the passenger door and got inside. For several minutes, neither of us spoke. The silence was not uncomfortable, but I could tell from the way he occasionally glanced at me that he had something to say. Eventually, he looked at me. “Why didn’t you help the man who came to you yesterday?” I turned toward him. Who didn’t I help? I had attended to countless requests from different settlements yesterday. Every request had been reviewed based on the level of d

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Pushing himself up and turning around, he pumps the shotgun before turning around and aiming it at me. "Die," the soldier yells before someone comes from the side and hits the soldier in the head. The soldier falls to the ground with a broken helmet and a bloody head. Biting my tongue as I look, I see Rebecca with a brick and a shotgun in her hands. "Are you okay," she asks, dropping to her knees. "I'm fine," I lie, wiping some sweat from my forehead. "I'm fine." Swallowing some splits to dampen my dry throat, I look behind Rebecca and see some civilians with weapons. I look toward the soldier Rebecca killed with the brick. Already, there are two people looting him. They stripped him of his

The world fell into chaos and he, a disabled young man was immediately escorted by the Military Marshal under the request of his father. Although he also develops an ability, it is not enough for him to cure his leg injuries. His injuries were very severe at that time and it took him a whole year after the apocalypse began before all of his injuries from the car accidents healed. And the reason for his healing is the spiritual lake of his space ability that he awakens one year after the apocalypse began. Wei Zhi Yin was pulled back into reality after hearing the door open for the second time and one familiar doctor came inside the room as he was being followed by other two figures who are al

I moved fast towards them with one in the tow behind me as we both picked up the two injured and dragged them back into the safety. I saw a guy dragging out a knife behind my team members back as he was about to stab him. Wasting no time, I pulled my rifle and shoot him down. The bullets were flying all around us and slowly but surely we held our ground. But the problems started sometime later. Seems as there were more and more men coming as they shoot back at us, making us trapped. Thankfully we all were soldiers, trained for all kinds of situations, but what they never train you is how not to feel betrayal.

The stronger she became, the better. "Send the supplies out. Help whoever we can." "Got it!" Liam answered without hesitation. The moment he got the order, he started moving, contacting outside bases. He planned to send helicopters out, air-dropping supplies to support them. As Liam worked, there was a faint lift at the corner of his mouth. He liked doing this. Four, five years into the apocalypse, and the sense of duty from his days as a soldier still hadn't faded. He was never going to turn into some territorial warlord. If he could help, he would. What made him even more certain was that Hayley didn't clash with that belief.

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

Right in front of me, there were rows after rows of MREs and a small armory from AR to melee weapons. I jumped up and down, proud of my finding, and went back to get Alice. I found her climbing down. I waited until she was on her feet and slapped the back of her head. “I told you to stay for my signal.” She winced, then shrugged. ‘You were taking so long, I got worried.’ I growled and climbed to close the hatch and went back to the open area and found Al excitedly humming while checking an AK-47. “Hey be careful with that, you might hurt yourself.” She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand.

He collapsed amidst the carnage, closing his eyes against the horror of the scene before him, surrounded by the silent testament of his unleashed fury. As the chaos of battle subsided, a profound sense of bewilderment settled over the scene. Amidst the piles of fallen soldiers, only Alex remained, barely clinging to life amidst the devastation. It was a mystery that defied explanation, a lone survivor amidst the wreckage of war. With urgency and determination, Alex was rescued from the battlefield, his battered form a testament to the ferocity of the conflict. Medical personnel worked tirelessly to stabilize him, their efforts a beacon of hope amidst the despair of loss.