Novel & Cerita Sci-fi Post Apocalyptic

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

All for the crowds, shopping malls, large, tall buildings and towers, popular restaurants like McDonald’s, shopping stores like Macy’s, and coffee shops like Starbucks. This town gives me the impression of being in a post apocalyptic universe where the last of humanity was forced to live in some sort of colonizations, growing their own food, and defending their own territories against intruders, which sounds close to the truth if yesterday’s events were any indication. “We have everything here, why would they want to go anywhere else? Besides, not all of us like to live in a crowded, noisy city. Some of us like the quietness and the simple life that only a small town provides” he said firmly

A soft blue light scanned his retina immediately. Access granted. The enormous doors slid open silently. Natasha slowly walked inside, and stopped again. The interior was even more unbelievable. Scientists moved between glowing workstations while holographic systems projected data across transparent screens. Advanced medical equipment lined entire sections of the facility. Pharmacists worked carefully behind sealed laboratory glass while researchers analyzed biological samples inside secured chambers. Natasha turned slowly, stunned beyond words. “This place survived the apocalypse?” she asked quietly. Aaron walked beside her calmly. “No.” His eyes moved across the facility proudly. “We built

Shawn’s spirit awoke because of a strong shaking of his body and when he opens his eyes, he saw a man with half mask on his face so near to him, he got startled and jumps away from him. “At last, you’re awake Shawn Myers,” he stares at him and menacingly smiles. “I was waiting for you to wake up but I got tired of waiting for you.” He looked around him but he can only see vast darkness in his surrounding, “Who are you? Where am I?”

Sharon turned towards Alex. His expression unreadable. Daniel's voice became colder. "Do not let Alex take you to his bunker." The screen suddenly went black. A deafening explosion shook the resort. Sharon stumbling, Alex caught her before she fell. Then another explosion erupted outside. The western wall collapsed. Through the smoke, something enormous moved beyond the broken barrier. Not a normal infected, not human. Alex stared at it. Sharon felt the blood drain from her face. She remembered that creature, she had seen it only once in her previous life. It had appeared months after the apocalypse began. But now It was already here, And it was walking straight towards them.

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

“Let it out. Give the mutation what it wants so you can think clearly.” Alex came within seconds shuddering, spilling into his pants, the child kicking wildly in response. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His mind sharpened. They left the safehouse through the emergency tunnel. Above ground, Lagos had become a warzone. Hybrids roamed the streets in packs, dragging screaming civilians into alleys. The alien ships hovered ominously, blue energy beams occasionally lancing down to “convert” entire blocks at once. Damian and Alex moved like shadows—staying low, using the chaos for cover. Their goal was the old Apex server farm on the outskirts—the one place where they might be able to send a c

GLOBAL BIOSPHERE ENGINE: TERMINAL COLLAPSE ENCOUNTERED IN SECTOR 10. ALL AEGIS PROTOCOL HUBS: PREPARING FOR FINAL SYSTEM RESET IN 48 HOURS. ​The shadow masters at the Capital weren't waiting for her to arrive anymore. They were systematically forcing a terminal breakdown of the Earth's core, preparing to wipe the entire planet’s biosphere clean to reset the timeline from scratch if she didn't breach their inner sanctum within two days.

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse. Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow. The apocalypse had started early. Which meant every second mattered now. I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…

If the infection itself was evolving beyond her memory's ability to predict it, if the compound's entire survival strategy had been built on assumptions that were now demonstrably crumbling, then everyone inside those reinforced walls, her parents Daisy, Marcus, Priya, and Wen, every single person who'd trusted her leadership because she'd never once been wrong, were suddenly standing on ground far less solid than any of them realized. "Pixy,” she thought quietly, "what do we do with this?” [I do not have a complete answer] Pixy said, "This falls outside established protocol.” That's not good enough [I am aware] A pause [Host whatever is guiding this apocalypse; now it's no longer following