Starship Apocalypse Mga Nobela at Kwento

Asher delivered a brutal, bone-crushing strike to the last standing operative’s throat before spinning around, his wild eyes widening in terror at the sight of my pale face. "The structure is entirely compromised!" Caleb shouted over the blaring internal alarms, firing a final burst into the smoke to clip Dominic’s shoulder as the traitor retreated down the dark corridor. "The backup generator is failing! We have to evacuate to the acantilados now!" Asher scooped me into his massive, tattooed arms, anchoring my bare thighs against his waist with an unbreakable, protective strength. We retreated through the secret subterranean escape shaft, running blindly through the dark stone veins of the

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

"No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now." Mom wiped her eyes and took my hand. "You did the right thing, Flint. This world has changed, and we just need to survive." I felt a massive weight lift off my chest seeing Mom and Dad finally harden their hearts. In an apocalypse, kindness was the quickest way to get a death warrant. Again, the system chimed. "'Human Fishing' mission successfully completed! Calculating rewards… "Congratulations! Rewards include a small-scale nuclear fusion generator, a high-pressure water cannon, an indoor soilless hydroponic lab, and three top-tier cold-resistant c

She stumbled a little as I pushed her through the door, and a photograph slipped out of her pocket and fell to the floor. I picked it up. It was a signed photo, and something about the face tugged at my memory. Before the apocalypse, Anna had been a singer. She brightened immediately. "Do you want me to sign one for you too? Rhett used to come to all my shows back then." I frowned and turned the photo over. On the back was a picture of Anna and Rhett together. A date was printed in the corner. March 21, 2060. The world tilted. That was the day the apocalypse hit, the day we fled, and the day Ophelia fell into the fissure and never came back up.

of the World-Ship—a high-frequency command for the universe to be orderly, to be cataloged, and to be still. "The 'Tethers' are snapping!" Mara’s voice was a jagged shard of panic in Audrey’s mind. "We can’t hold the flail together against this kind of intake! The World-Ship is creating a 'Vacuum-of-Spacetime.' If we stay on the surface, we’ll be processed as raw ore!"

"IF I CANNOT LIFT YOU, I WILL BURY YOU." Multiple hatches opened on the underside of the ship. Rows of kinetic bombardment cannons swiveled down, pointing directly at our heads. "Orbital bombardment," Marcus said, his face grim. "Tactical nukes. Or 'Rod from God' kinetic spikes. Either way, we're ash in thirty seconds." "We need cover!" Haley cried. "Where? We're in a hole!" "No cover," I said, struggling to my feet, my stone arm clanking against my side. "We stand."

But for most ability users, 100 units was already a quantity that could not be ignored. He continued forward. As he walked, a hint of surprise appeared in his expression. He spotted a ship. Unfortunately, it wasn't a cargo ship, nor an energy transport vessel—it was a passenger liner. A very large one, even bigger than the cruise ship he was currently living on. He moved closer, and more of the vessel came into his spatial perception. The ship was empty. Such a massive ship… and not a single living person onboard? Then again, it made sense. More than four months had passed since the apocalypse. Food would have long run out, and without energy, freezing to death was inevitable.

"She'll have to accept the new reality sooner or later." I had no idea how long the apocalypse would last. Besides, the casualty rate of children was extremely high during the apocalypse. I would never stop Joyce from finding out how cruel this world had become. Once Joyce finally calmed down, Emmett and I began checking the doors and windows. Then, we started counting the supplies we had. When we heard the sounds of a car screeching to a halt outside the villa, Emmett quickly grabbed a rifle and moved to stand behind a window. I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously.