Post Apocalyptic Stories Novels & Stories

On May 5, 2023, at 16:37 everyone fell asleep. In which everyone becomes paranoid, thinking about conspiracy theories, not finding a cure, but until then and in a short time, thousands of people would fall into despair, they would all literally, would be afraid, create new viruses that would literally emerge diseases, aftereffects. The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever

For now, I had bigger things to worry about. --- That night, I sat on Lily's balcony, staring at the city skyline. Three days until the apocalypse. Three days until everything changed. "Emma?" I turned. Lily was standing in the doorway. "Are you okay?" "I don't know." I looked back at the city. "Everything is happening so fast. The divorce. The apocalypse. The powers. I feel like I'm drowning." Lily sat beside me. "You've been drowning for three years. Now you're finally swimming."

The novel The Future belongs to the apocalyptic genre, the virus explodes, the human race appears as mutants, the animals begin to dominate the earth, but after the mutant race, it is not death that becomes more powerful. so the animals started to fight, finally humans regained the dominion, started to establish H city, trying to restore world order. The female lead is born a heterogeneous, not created by anything, is a purebred human with a very precious status.

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.

} Amanda's pulse quickened immediately. Amanda went completely still. The words struck harder than the warning about the movement. “Unreliable?” she whispered. “What does that mean?” {Previous projections should not be treated as certain.} She read it again carefully. She looked toward the fortress, where workers continued moving materials and equipment beneath the afternoon sky. Everything she had built depended on time. She had believed thirty days would be enough for everything. Now even the information that had guided her preparation was changing. Amanda pressed her palm against her stomach, feeling the weight of everything she had to protect. “Then I cannot trust the future anymore.”

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

It is about the news that nothing in the hospitals around the globe remains operating. "Patients were all turned into zombies, the staff and doctors, the usual. They are either dead or become one of the infected. But before the hospitals shut down, a doctor from Singapore managed to make a blog post, and the blog is some form of a letter for the future." The blog post he was talking about appears in a holographic form floating in each table so that everyone can read it, the blog says, December 3, 2050 Dearest New Generation, If ever the world survives this zombie apocalypse and makes a new generation, I hope you won't experience the same thing we are currently experiencing right now. I hope

Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right? Because of these sense of crisis, many groups emerged out depending on which area they are belonged to. Also, money becomes paper and barter system became the only channel for exchange. However, who wants to barter with the foods they have, right? Some people don’t follow the barter system but steals. If stealing doesn’t succeed, killing proceeds. It is the motto used by barbaric groups who preferred stealing than barter system. These are the whole situation only for the second day of the apocalypse. So, what do you think will happen in the next upcoming days?

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.