Survival Guide Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Kenneth and Peter slowly entered the grocery store. They did their best to keep quiet and not to attract any attention. The entrance was full of husks but most of them were dormant which allowed the duo to walk past them without any problems. The grocery store was abandoned but they were both surprised when they reach the areas where food was stored. Peter’s eyes widen as he sees the grocery store’s state. Instead of being empty which would have been the norm in any apocalypse situation, most of the shop’s contents were still there. Many of them were already spoiled but most of the preserved food was still fine.

----------------- Fear is always there; it's a survival instinct. You just need to know how to manage it. - Dolores. ------------------ Marcel followed Sadie as a shadow, all along the way, Marcel never paid attention to others. As Marcel finally entered the mansion, he could feel the evil spirit of a woman living here, but he kept quiet waiting for the spirit to show itself. Marcel himself was a very competitive person and was actually enough to handle such a ghost. But, why did only Marcel and Sadie survive in the end? Just because Marcel felt Sadie's friends were useless, getting scared and fainting left and right.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs. My hands trembled slightly, and my face was deathly pale. I was one of the calmer ones, but there was no denying that I was just a high school student. It all started yesterday, during our class trip. The bus plunged over a cliff, and we woke up to find ourselves here. A system appeared before us. It told us we were dead and that clearing this game, The Tyrant's Atonement, was our only way back. It was a game where we could choose our roles.

Still, idiots would remain as idiots no matter how many times they were reborn. She never considered how conspicuous such a large solar panel would be in an apocalypse. Its reflective surface would immediately give away her location to other survivors looking for food. Even though my parents had money, they lived in a townhouse, not a mansion. The townhouse had two units per floor, and the heavy construction added its own problems. In an apocalypse, clean water was the most scarce resource, and it was especially hard to store because it couldn't be compressed. Giselle hadn't stored much water, likely assuming that rainwater would be enough. She also failed to plan for trash disposal. Leaving

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

Then he raised his voice, letting it carry over the crowd, through the minds and ears of every broken wolf still standing: “Anyone who is able to move—check on your neighbor. If you were hit with wolfsbane, move toward this side, here by the oak line. If you can walk, you can help. Go now.” Movement rippled through the battered survivors. Slow, unsteady, but determined. Simon turned back to Doc. “Do what you can. Loria will be here soon.” “I’ll keep them alive,” she promised. He nodded once and stepped back, eyes scanning the horizon. Our Luna was coming. And with her—hope. Or vengeance. Maybe both.

Stella straightened. A few seconds later, the vehicle stopped. The rear doors opened and bright light entered. “Get out,” one of the soldiers ordered. Evelyn and Stella stepped down. Evelyn immediately looked around in surprise. The place did not look like anything she expected to find after the apocalypse. The corridor was wide and clean, with bright lights and smooth walls. Armed guards stood at different points while people dressed in uniforms moved from one section to another. Large screens displayed information along the walls.

It was a wave of charcoal-grey sweaters, laughter, and the awkward, heavy silence of men trying very hard not to break anything. Dmitri entered last, his hand firmly interlaced with Jess’s. Jess looked different—the dark circles under her eyes had vanished, replaced by a radiant, steady light that seemed to mirror the happiness in Dmitri’s eyes. "We brought the supplies!" Knox shouted, holding up a box labeled *THE GUIDE TO SURVIVING A MINI-GLACIER*. "It’s a list of every emergency contact in Boston and three different types of pacifiers, because apparently, babies are picky."

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.