Post Apocalyptic Stories Novels & Stories

"Tomorrow I still have to go to the Hope Camp to deal with the last batch of 'patients.' And Celine is almost at the final stage too—I need to stay by her side and see whether she can awaken an ability. "Guillermo, don't disappoint me." Smiling, Ray took out his phone and started reading a novel. He had downloaded them all before the apocalypse—completed ones, of course. Any unfinished story would surely be abandoned forever, doomed to eternal hiatus. "I hate authors who drop their stories," he muttered, "but this time I'll let it slide. After all, this is a natural disaster—force majeure." Before he knew it, it was almost five o'clock. The sky, already gloomy, grew even darker.

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

There are roads with empty cars down below the hill that we are hiding behind, but there are no humans, only old brochures getting carried with the wind. I find it scary thinking that nothing new will be created, the magazines you can sometimes find in abandoned places are the last of their kind. A wind blew past one day, bringing the infection, and then the government dropped a bomb and ended the human era. Hybrids and mutated animals are the new rulers of this world, yet I'm struggling to survive and refusing to die. And after I've found Ryan, we are joining the others to search for a place where we can live. Maybe there are mutated animals suited for farm life.

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

Adrian said. Considering that Apadore was where we lost one of our own, let’s just say it wasn’t our favorite place in the world. “The reapers are invading Apadore?,” Rick asked. Apparently , the alligence made a few new friends during their whole human Extinction” campaign said Adrian. Hello? Last time we were there a whole Bunch of hybrids wanted us dead,” ‘The Alligence wanted you dead,” Lisa said. “Apadore is the safest place in the world for hybrids. Thousands of refugees go there to escape Vanity.

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

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.

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end. As expected, the most terrifying thing in the apocalypse was still humanity. Weeks passed, and most people had completely run out of supplies. A group of people banded together to head out in search of food and supplies. However, they got into a bloody fight over a bottle of water. Meanwhile, another group of people gave in to their darker impulses and began robbing other households and killing people for supplies.

With my ability to live just by absorbing the water particles in the air, I was guaranteed to survive the apocalypse. I boarded up all the windows except for the one near the balcony as a safety precaution. I then picked up the novel I had been reading. It was part of the resources that I had quickly gathered while everyone was busy fighting over the money and mocking me earlier. I had a few novels, card games, and puzzles. Although they seemed to be useless in a plant apocalypse, they were essential in keeping me sane in an isolated environment.