Surviving The Apocalypse Novelas e Histórias

All I could remember was the fact that I had a system, and the apocalypse was coming soon. I withdrew all my savings and stocked up on supplies. There was food, water, medicine, weapons, gas, seedlings… I rushed to all the wholesale markets across the city, buying up everything I possibly could, filling my rented apartment and three rented warehouses to the brim. A day before the apocalypse, I drove out of this city in my modified four-wheeler. It was just that I sometimes felt like there should be someone next to me, but I just couldn't remember who that might be.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

"Please be patient, we did vote but the final decision is not up to us. This time we had two votes for, one against, and three people want to go but with some conditions. These conditions are: our voting system will still be in place, it's our safeguard in case things go sour. We need you to craft some tools for us and teach us some of your surviving skills. We also need you to promise to get us to a town as soon as you can and, finally, there will be a period of one week. If by the end of that period we decide to part from you, we'll be moving to your vicinity" "And what happens if, let's say, one day you decide to vote to exile me?" "That's not going to happen without a good reason" "I don

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.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

A man even slammed his club into a girl’s jaw and once she was down and sobbing loudly, he heartlessly played his game, passed, and hurried back into his pod. The timer beeped red, crows attacked, the blade came and blood splashed. It was soon a warzone of survival. People suddenly wanted to walk out alive. Cold sweats ran down my spine. “Pod twenty, step forward” And finally…the dice rolled to me.

Another night passed, and the apocalypse had entered its twentieth day. Ray stared out at the window as the world slowly whitened with dawn. He couldn't help but whistle in admiration. Human resilience was truly remarkable. Twenty days had passed, and yet, it seemed that at least half—or perhaps even more—of the residents in the neighborhood were still alive. Were it not for the endless slaughter among themselves, the number of survivors could have been much higher. It was awe-inspiring. After lingering in bed for a while, he got up and went downstairs. Leo wagged its tail at him, and Ray chuckled, tossing it two meat buns before opening the basement door and carrying breakfast down.

At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end. As expected, the most terrifying thing in the apocalypse was still humanity. Weeks passed, and most people had completely run out of supplies. A group of people banded together to head out in search of food and supplies. However, they got into a bloody fight over a bottle of water. Meanwhile, another group of people gave in to their darker impulses and began robbing other households and killing people for supplies.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.