Sci-fi Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

Ashmor states hopefully. I still can’t control my negativity. “Unless a devastated Earth is no longer a priority.” Ashmor shrugs. Both men are showing their age. They have remained at the controls for more than nineteen years, and every year is etched into their profile, particularly now that their expectations of discovering a new world inhabited by a similar species to ourselves is unlikely. I recall an Earth documentary in which dinosaurs, who roamed the planet millions of years ago, had been made extinct by a single meteor. This time the planet would have been bombarded by billions of cosmic projectiles. It is hard to imagine that any living being would have survived or that any infrastr

"I am not 'moral lubricant.' I loved him. I stayed by that bed for twenty years because I believed there was a man in there worth saving. You didn't just farm data, Vivienne. You Raped a Soul." "Clara, honey, let’s keep it professional," Vivienne sighed, checking her watch. "The 'System/Apocalypse' transition starts in ten minutes. We need to get you into the 'Battle-Hardened Survivor' wardrobe. We’re moving the setting to a post-Paris wasteland. It’s going to be gritty, it’s going to be sexy, and you’re going to be a star." "No," Julian said. He walked to the edge of the soundstage, where the "Director’s Station" was set up. A dozen monitors displayed the "Simulation" worlds he had just lef

code from his "Furious Youth." The Return of the "Apex Asset" The door groaned open, revealing a "Labyrinth" of "Recycled" habitats. This was the "Resistance Node"—a community of "Unindexed" scavengers and "System-Error" refugees who lived in the "Data-Voids" beneath New Geneva.

But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" Sisca scratched the nape of her neck which didn't itch. "Is that important to you?" Sisca asked. Jes gave a glare. "Yes, I'm sorry," she said regretfully. Sighing harshly, Sisca then bowed helplessly. "You are right. Adam is a mobster, Black Rose. He is the most feared mafia in Continent A. Mastering the arms trade both legally and illegally. But apart from being a mafia he is also a CEO. The owner of the largest property company in Continent A, I'm sure you will know. He never goes to the company because he always works behind the scenes, maybe even all of his employee

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

I knew all of this because of the screen that suddenly popped up before me. This screen had suddenly appeared before me just recently, glowing a faint yellow color. Many lines of comments kept appearing on the screen. I could read the words, but I simply couldn't quite understand what was going on. It took me quite a while to finally get the hang of things and grasp the situation. As it turned out, I was living in a post-apocalyptic movie titled "Hell on Earth", and Scarlet was its main protagonist.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

Dozens of glowing level-one and level-two zombie cores tore free from the mangled corpses, flying through the air in a glittering stream straight into her storage space. Once the battlefield was picked clean, she expanded her pocket dimension further. In an instant, she drew the pristine Beast, Briggs, Jake, Julian, Jolie, and Kailee directly into her storage space, leaving the blood-soaked highway entirely empty. The eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic winter settled back over the underpass, the frozen wind whistling through the empty concrete pillars. "Let's take a break," Joanna muttered to herself as she stepped into the safe haven of her domain to join her crew, vanishing completely f

And then everything went dark. Present Day I’m lying down. Awake, but unwilling to move. I know I can’t stay in one place for long. Today’s refuge is an abandoned, water-damaged house, where the makeshift bed of cardboard and filthy pillows is at least dry. You’d think that a year after the apocalypse, people would have adapted. Nope. They just became worse. Men rule the world now. Most women were taken—by the demons of hell, as the survivors call them. The destroyers of our world.