Stagnant Water Of Apocalypse Novels & Stories

she added. "Hmm. This is bad" he said. "How?" "Don't you get the clear view? They are creating zombies and weapons!" He said restlessly. Her brain started working fast as she shone her eyes in terror when she realized what he was trying to explain. "The Apocalypse," she said. "Bingo!" He snapped his fingers. "We have to look for a way to stop them. This is bad. Really bad" he said. Oscar walked to the front row of fhe zombies and observed all of them as Igor and Willow stopped talking and started opening up their parcels.

the Goddess said serenely. I looked at my mother, who seemed lost in deep thought. Suddenly, I felt the scorching heat as the moons drew dangerously close. If they had already neared the Dark Realm, then they must be even closer to the rest of the world, bringing the apocalypse—the end of everything. The entire sky blazed crimson, casting an eerie glow over the land as waves of molten lava surged forward, spreading wider with each passing second. The heat was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of burning ground.

Ice burst from his palms, racing across the glass of the giant tank in jagged, branching veins. The aquarium groaned under the sudden freeze, cracks snapping through it sharp enough to slice through the noise. His chest cinched tight. Heat and cold warred beneath his skin until they fused into one blinding pressure. Mist surged outward, swallowing the stage, the crowd, the entire world in a white haze. When it thinned, the water lay still. Frozen solid. Empty. And Orion was gone.

I knew the power grid would be the first thing to fail when the frozen apocalypse hit. Little by little, I stocked the room with frozen produce and packaged meats. These were the supplies that would save my life once the frozen apocalypse arrived. Water meant survival, so I also stocked up on plenty of drinking water. Once the two-year frozen apocalypse began, it would be impossible to buy drinking water from supermarkets. By that time, all lake water, river water, and even seawater would freeze solid. With no power and no way to make fire, everyone would be plunged into utter despair.

It was only the third day of the apocalypse. And already… the world was unraveling faster than anyone could have imagined. The water supply had been cut off in many areas. Countless monsters killed by the military had ended up contaminating large bodies of water, their corpses floating across the surface and spreading infection at an alarming rate. For now, electricity and the internet were still functioning. But Ivy knew better. “They won’t last,” she murmured quietly to herself, her eyes dimming slightly as a heavy sense of certainty settled in her chest.

"I love you too baby girl. So much." Ross created the portal and we stepped through with Aiden leading the way. The sight that greeted us stole my breath. Apocalypse was the only word that fit. The sky flickered between existence and void. Buildings phased in and out of reality. The ground beneath our feet felt unstable like it might dissolve at any moment. Refugees crowded toward our portal. Hundreds of them were desperate and terrified. "We need to stabilise this fast," Ross said while already reaching out with his abilities. "The collapse is accelerating."

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.

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

"It is not a guarantee. It is a calculation of resources versus consumption." I keyed in a command. The hologram shifted. Sections of the city map turned a violent, flashing red. "Resource Analysis," I stated. "Water filtration systems are operating at 30% capacity. The main aquifers were contaminated during the bombardment. The Dregs are currently drinking sludge. At current consumption rates, dysentery will become a plague vector in four days."

The rain stopped completely. Lots of people are already rushing into each of their destinations with no more worries of another traffic or flood. Although there is still some flood and a little bit of traffic in most of the areas in the metropolis, the scenario is much better now. Among the people who are on the road and were stuck in traffic is Cassandra who had just come from her visit to a clinic. Her son, Elijah was seated behind her, playing with his toy plane(the old one). While they are waiting for the go signal, Cassandra took the chance to call her mom and inform her about her condition. Her mom was glad to hear the good news and told her that she is going to inform her husband rega