Survival Guide Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“We are limited to survival equipment. Kinetics Weapons, ammunition, thermal cutters, water filters and emergency pharmacies.” Kael joined me. He had trained his heavy rifle and on his belt blurred several waterproof bags with the fried meat that we in the had prepared night. “The electromagnetic disturbances increase, the further we are from the coast he explained and looked into the dense, impenetrable green of the Jungle. “Silas’ Pad will perhaps show us the rough direction, but for the Navigation in the thicket is blind. We are going on the old ways of wilderness must be abandoned.’ I nodded. Lessons in Survival We Are In The Ashes of

“Okay, we have only 17 hours now to order as much things as possible food, clothing, water and other stuff, I will take care of food, and will use all the money I have in my possession to order it, Dani here are our clothes measurements, you handle the clothing and shoes and also the things like showers supplies and towels, make sure to make some clothes a few size bigger, you said that winter was especially bad in the apocalypse so you make sure to order thick clothing, do the same for all corresponding seasons.” “Noah, you handle the tools we need to survive in the apocalypse, such as generators, water, a lot of water, get as many of those as you can. Also, please buy guns and weapons too.

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.

"Mr. McCarthy, Grandpa asked me to bring this to you." Inside was a full portion of salad and half a piece of rare mutant beast meat. I ruffled her hair and took it. Russell stepped up beside me, looking over the crowded hall. "The surface cold isn't letting up. But as long as we have you, this shelter will survive." I took a bite of the greens, feeling the warmth spread through me. "We're not just surviving. We're going back to the surface." I looked out at the thriving green inside the greenhouse. The steady hum of the core echoed beneath us. This was our new beginning.

She fumbled with the volume, cranking it up. "Savannah, Georgia. I repeat, all survivors, head south to Savannah, Georgia. The city is fortified. Military safe zone established. Supplies, shelter, medical aid. If you're out there - keep moving. Avoid big cities and don't travel at night, I repeat. Avoid big cities and don't travel at night." he message looped, then dissolved back into static. Carlo disappeared for a moment and returned with a map. "It's far. We have to get past Atlanta, then another day or two of solid driving."

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.”

For the first time they locked eyes and she could see the earth and sky open in the sea of blue. She felt a gust of wind and Drake had A.J. over the ledge. The little boy was dangling fearful for his life. “You can’t save them both.” Drake snarled and let go. She had never felt the feeling of flying, but she knew the feeling of falling all to well. Within a second she had thrown herself after A.J. His little body letting out a scream that she will forever hear in her nightmares. If she were to survive. Let’s face it Alyssa. Neither you or him will survive this. At least it will be over and the world will survive because you are no longer the key to destruction.

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

She definitely wanted something from him, so she won't abandon him. They both found an overturned car and hid behind it. Watching as zombies wandered around, some had their intestines falling out of their stomach. Some had missing limbs or eyes. Adrian frowned. Could the Government really take care of this? How long would it take? The makeup artist forced her eyes close, burying her head in her arms, as she prayed for Lila to come back quickly. She didn't want to be eaten! Lila got to the car, and seeing no one around she quickly moved it into her house. Then she took a backpack and put a few bottles of water and snacks in it.

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.