Realistic Post Apocalyptic Books Novels & Stories

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

At a time like this, anyone who dared to preach saintly nonsense could pack their bags and get the hell out immediately—no exceptions. Thankfully, even the most morally inclined among them—Heather and Cassandra—had only sighed without saying anything. That meant they had truly grasped the cruelty of the apocalypse and no longer held illusions about human nature. By afternoon, Ray saw people wrapped in thick quilts charging out of the residential complex. With no water from him, they had no choice but to gamble. But every nearby convenience store and supermarket had already been thoroughly looted by Ray—even the toilet paper was gone. They were doomed to find absolutely nothing.

“Ain’t no fucking way.” “I told Kole to holla at my real estate guy,” I say. “He always got foreclosures in good neighborhoods. Places people overlook. This area right here? It’s coming back heavy. With the Obama Library opening soon?” I gesture around. “This neighborhood about to be very high end.” Everybody nods, impressed, and for a moment it feels good. Like I really did something right. And then I hear it... “Fuck you and your dead-ass husband!” The sound cuts through the music like a blade.

With fewer residents but higher quality, Hope Base managed fairly well during the apocalypse. The Firebrand Base, on the other hand, suffered from extreme resource shortages. Yet its leader was ruthless, ranked among the top ten toughest people in the apocalypse. He killed zombies outside the base and his own people inside. When resources ran critically low, he would cull the population to keep the base at a manageable level. His cruelty was extreme, but the Firebrand Base was resilient, never experiencing internal revolts or uprisings. During the apocalypse, humans were often more dangerous than zombies, especially when resources ran low. People would act like wild animals just to survive.

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.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

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.

To the chaos and turn a hell of once their known haven on their land, a pile of lifeless people, corpses, and run-down buildings are the only thing that could be seen in the sea of ashes and pool of blood amidst the deafening sound of gunshots, explosions, screams, and cries. Following the left adults who seems to know the path and a way out, they successfully evaded and escape the fate and darkness that awaits them at the center of the battlefield for a while and now. “No!” As screams of fear, trauma, and retribution are mixed into each echoing voice from the distance, yet near. Each explosion, each gunshot, and drops of death scenario make them agitated. Covering themselves from time to ti