Novel & Cerita Surviving The Apocalypse

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

Nobody survived this apocalypse, built a massive black-market trading network, and stayed clean. The man wiped blood from his face and gave Nicole and Zeph a weak smile. "Thank you for helping us." "Not a big deal." Now that she saw they were alive, Nicole started thinking about the two darlings waiting at home. She didn't bother with more small talk and turned to leave. "Wait." The man stopped them. "My name's Sven Lindberg. I still don't know your names, or where you live." In the apocalypse, no sane person asked strangers for their names and addresses. Even if somebody dared to ask, that didn't mean the other person would answer.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

Half a month later, Clement and Anthea arrived at the bungalow in Uri's impatience and anticipation, this time, they also brought him lots of food. Sitting in a wooden house without candlelight, Anthea hugged Uri's arm in fear. "Why don't you light a candle? I'm afraid of the dark." "Should not." Clement immediately objected. "Having light will easily attract the attention of others. Your brother, his friend, and I are here; what are you afraid of?" Anthea did not dare to ask for more. She sat quietly beside Uri, listening to the stories of the men. "In the book about the creator god, I saw a passage about how mankind was saved from the devil's clutches by Genesis and became the master of th

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

Similarly, I was afraid that Walter Roberts would notice our scent, so I brought them with me when I left," Lilith recounted in a distant tone, and Liana and Edward still had difficulty understanding her, but they knew she was talking about Gabbe's parents. Unfortunately, they all perished during various experiments, news that caused Gabbe to withdraw for a long period of time. Only Lilith survived. Liana understood that her mother was not a coward. She also participated in these dangerous experiments and survived, probably due to luck and ability. However, they still hadn't achieved what she foresaw. Could it be the apocalypse? Liana asked the question, and Lilith nodded. "Yes, I foresaw th

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

Do as you please! He had already stockpiled everything he needed. There was no reason to step outside and scramble over leftovers at the supermarket. As for those who believed Linda's nonsense, they were in for a world of suffering. Cyrus sighed inwardly. The apocalypse was here. Countless people would freeze or starve to death. But some of them deserved it, especially the neighbors who had caused his death before his regression. Cyrus no longer cared whether they lived or died. He had made up his mind: he would endure and survive. As for everyone else, their lives or deaths had nothing to do with him.

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.