Post Apocalyptic Soldier Novels & Stories

They were clad in silver and bronze armor, holding swords in their hands, and looking like the heavenly soldiers and generals that came from the high heavens. “Kill the God!” Jim roared thunderously. All the powerhouses around him also shouted frantically at this time. Thousands of troops flocked toward Apophis. Seeing this, Apophis narrowed his eyes, and a huge purple lightsaber that was nearly three meters long appeared in his hand. He stepped forward with his sword and attacked thousands of soldiers all by himself. Every sword that slashed out from his hand would destroy a great number of enemies in front of him and clear up a huge space. Some cracks appeared in the void due to his slash.

According to the comments, I was the main protagonist's first love in the opening scene of a post-apocalyptic movie, but I would die and be torn to pieces within the first act. Valerio would then hug my dead body and scream my name in anguish, vowing revenge. He'd survive the first few brutal weeks with all the food I'd stockpiled in my apartment. Then, he would recruit his own team, form allies, and eventually become a strong, powerful leader. In the end, he would even meet another young woman who looked exactly like me. They would fight side by side and love each other for the rest of their lives. I gripped my phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

I need to see for myself that Livy’s body isn’t here, that Vanessa wasn’t allowed to turn to ash leaving little to bury. “We have a survivor,” a deep voice booms. My vision blurs around the edges as my heart rate spikes and I race towards the voice two others slowly lift bodies out of the way. As I get closer, I realize at once it is too long to be Livy, and far too broad to be Vanessa. But I recognize the soldier’s shape from his sharp angles and well-muscled long limbs. We've served several tours together, both in the city and on the frontlines. He's not just my best friend, he's my comrade, my brother.

That's what happens in the apocalypse movies," Zylah said with a shrug. Cities collapse and humanity freaks out. I just hope that at the end of this no one will be turned undead. Or, at best, that some dead comes back to life. That statement, somehow, made me sweaty cold. The only consolation of the next day was knowing that all humanity breathed relieved to have gotten rid of a nuclear attack, because everything else was real crap. Miguel and Paul even managed to convince the rulers of our country not to go to war. Both remained alongside the head of state security to prevent him from giving the approval to the war. I didn't know how they found the man's location, if some magic was really a

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

The soldiers screamed as they watched parts of their bodies vanish into the air. Maya could not just. Watch. She saw a soldier lying near the hole in the wall. Half of his chest was gone. It was replaced by a blinking light. He was gasping for air. His eyes were rolling back. Maya shouted, "I have to help him!" She ran across the battlefield. She jumped over the white light pulses from the people. She reached the soldier. Knelt down. She put her tool against his chest. The screen on the side began to flash: ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND. SECTOR BROKEN.

The Soldier was young and in his prime, but blinking away the dazed haze of the strike he had just received and now thoroughly exhausted from weeks of fatigue and heavy fighting, he was easily at his most vulnerable by that point. Barely recovered, he heard the sound of more running from the heretics. He turned and raised, readying for another bayonet fight. Then he heard a sharp snap and whistle of a bullet passing by his head, shortly followed by the crack of a skull being ripped apart by an explosive. He turned to face the disturbance, seeing a huge black-uniformed soldier running up to him, blasting away with his exotic-looking bullpup rifle. The bulky man dropped down into his foxhole a

I grinned, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and turned, grabbing a heavy assault rifle from the side rack. "Daniel, Lucien, come with me." Stepping through the airlock door and onto the high catwalks, the air hit us instantly—thick, foul, and smelling of rust and raw copper. The sky above was a violent, bruised red, while plumes of thick gray smoke billowed up from the once-bustling city in the distance. Screams and car alarms echoed faintly across the valley, a haunting symphony to the apocalypse. I walked along the catwalk, my boots clicking firmly against the steel grating, and stood before the terrified, tense soldiers lining the edge.

The earlier they packed up the shooting, the better for his blood pressure. "What do you want?Make it quick; I have a post to get to." The soldier said gruffly, his hand balanced on his gun. His face looked unhappy enough that Jordan did not waste his time. He was a merry-go-round person; staying around such people might make a decrease in his happiness level. "I can't find my crew members; do you know where they are?" The soldier gave him a long look, as if debating whether to roast him on a skewer or not. Jordan got the message and left hurriedly.

His estimate had been wrong about what the soldier would do with a Karma rating that flagged automatic scrutiny regardless of watchlist status. The communication array activated with a soft chime. The soldier opened his mouth to speak. Aldric appeared in the doorway. He was upright, moving under his own power, with the sword from his belt drawn and held in a guard position that was not threatening but was absolutely clear about its potential to become threatening. The wound in his side had reopened slightly. Blood was visible on his shirt. He looked like a man who had recently survived something that should have killed him and was not particularly interested in extending courtesies to people