Survival Guide Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

His voice remained barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Ivy and Darren to hear clearly. "The apocalypse has already destroyed most supply chains. Food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and equipment are becoming harder and harder to find." He gestured toward the massive facility around them. "But places like this still contain enough resources to keep hundreds of survivors alive for months." Albert continued. "The risk is enormous as there are plenty monsters here, but so is the reward." He glanced toward the assault rifle hanging from Darren's shoulder. "Besides, our weapons have already been upgraded. They're no longer limited to firing ordinary bullets."

This time, I needed to make sure that I could stock up on enough supplies for my family's survival. After entrusting Joyce to Mom, I drove away from home once again. This time, I drove to another supermarket to avoid rousing suspicion from the employees of the previous supermarket. I kept loading my shopping cart with general supplies like toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, and facial cleansers. Hygiene was equally important in the apocalypse. If we were to fall sick, we wouldn't be able to seek out a doctor at all. After filling my cart with the basic necessities, I rushed over to the apparel section. Cold-protection supplies like down jackets, blankets, and sleeping bags were on my priorit

Please let me into the bunker… I don't want to die with pigs…] I didn't reply to a single message. Not until the fifth day after the apocalypse, when the bunker's alarm system suddenly went off. I pulled up the exterior surveillance feed and was greeted with a scene so absurd it was almost comical. Stanley, Daisy, and Denise had wrapped themselves head to toe in soaked bedsheets, like three shambling mummies, and were creeping toward the disguised entrance of my bunker. They had risked their lives to find it. Stanley pounded the scorching metal door with all his strength, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Amelia! Open the door! We know you're in there! Open up!"

Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her.

Amelia went to protest but Kyle patted her hand. "Fine I will accept this. How many warriors are you sending with me?" I tried to count the number of children in the pack. "I think four others should suffice. Now I will also be giving you two extra as recon essentially. There will be two escape routes because better safe than sorry. I will be having Lucy and Brittany as the recon scoutes. They will be positioned in these two places so that they can see down both routes clearly. Once they have seen to it that your group has successfully gotten everyone outside of pack territory they will come join the fight. I will give them both a red scarf to tie to a branch if that route is not safe. In th

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

She must have been given a heads up from her gift of sight. ‘Emilio, by the time that you are reading this then we are gone. I know that you must be overwhelmed right now, and I am sorry for that. Perhaps I can offer a little advice to get you jumpstarted. Your wandering in the wilderness, so to speak, will last for a while. Others will come after you two, so you need to stay away from towns and cities as much as possible. If you must venture in then make sure that it is a small town, if possible, because it will be less likely that you will come across those other people. The amulet in her bag will conceal her aura entirely. The first opportunity that you have to go into a small town, make

The teenage cashier stumbled through the mud beside Evelyn, breathing so hard he sounded injured. “My mom’s still in the city,” he gasped. Nobody answered him. What could they even say? Civilization always died in layers. Phones first. Power next. Then people. The survivors finally slowed inside a shallow clearing surrounded by towering evergreens dripping rainwater from black branches overhead. Everyone looked destroyed already. And this was only the first night. A middle-aged man stepped forward suddenly. “We should go back to the highway.” “No,” Evelyn said immediately. The word came too fast. Too certain.