Public Enemy Apocalypse 91 Novels & Stories

Late May, two years into the apocalypse. The temperature kept climbing as Haylight League pushed forward under the scorching heat. The assault was carried out as a full encirclement, with 3,000 combatants from 26 bases advancing at the same time. A total of 52 assault waves, all launched for 7 days straight. At the peak, there were 13 assaults in a single day. A total of 159 fighters were lost. June 1st, two years into the apocalypse.

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.

--- Extraction – 0355 hours Sophia met Rafael at the emergency exit as the facility’s alarms blared. “You okay?” she shouted. “Better now,” he said, clutching the drive. “We have what we need. It’s over.” They ran as the mountain rumbled behind them. Snow fell from trees. Flames erupted from hidden vents. Explosions tore through the domes. Sanctum 9 collapsed. Rafael and Sophia, bloodied and breathless, stood on the cliffside as the last of Lazarus died in fire. She turned to him, tears streaking her soot-covered cheeks. “You came back.”

No hesitation. No mercy. Blood sprayed against the pavement, mixing with rain and dirt and the rapid thrum of my own pulse. The last man dropped. The street was silent again. Only the sound of rain and my own wheezing breaths, Viktor’s broken groans echoing behind me. I scrambled to him fast, dropping to my knees beside where he lay, soaked through, his face pale, teeth clenched tight as blood kept oozing from the wound in his side. “Call an ambulance!” I screamed over my shoulder. “Zenya, fuck , call them now!”

"The Apex Bloom was designed to leave one survivor. A single, ruthless victor. You spared the soldier. You defied the architecture." "The architecture was flawed, Franco," I replied. My voice rang clear and cold in the morning air. I walked slowly toward him, my tactical boots crunching over the broken glass from last night’s chaos. "You built a game to test who could be the most vicious animal in a cage. But I am not an animal. And I am entirely finished with cages." I stopped inches from him. I let my gaze trail over his exhausted, awe – struck face. The professional distance was completely gone. He was practically vibrating with a dark, consuming heat.

— Thirty minutes later, we were in Ethan’s apartment. The place was quiet, just the four of us. The air was thick with tension, no one wanting to be the first to say what we were all thinking. Ethan exhaled. “That tattoo.” I nodded. “It belongs to the Scorpios.” Sienna stiffened beside me. “Who?” Cassie answered first. “A crew from Chicago. Not as big as Matteo’s organization, but brutal. Efficient. They specialize in… cleanup.” Sienna’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, cleanup?”

The man standing in front of me didn't look like someone I've met before, from his outfit you could tell he was wealthy, nice watch, nice shoes, clean shaven. I repeated my question again..."who are you?" "Excuse my manners, my name is Coal," he brought his hand towards me for a hand shake, Coal? I go through my brain to think of anywhere I've heard that name before, he still had his hand stretch before me, I come out of my thought taking his hand as I introduced myself..."Odessa," I said as I gave him a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, he was a stranger standing in front of my door, or rather someone standing in front of my door who I didn't want to accept I was seeing.

It seemed entirely too slow and inefficient with only fourteen days on the clock. ​Before I could ponder any further, the screen flashed violently, replacing the text with a brand-new quest directive. ​[Urgent Quest Triggered: Find a Protector] ​Objective: Locate the city's most dangerous and powerful man within 48 hours and secure his absolute protection for the upcoming apocalypse. ​Target Details: [Mafia Lord / Lucien Giovanni] ​Failure Penalty: [Death!] Note: The most dangerous places are mostly the safest. My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body.

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.”

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.