The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

Her hand grew cold. “Vibrations,” Amanda whispered. Raymond's gaze moved toward the ground beneath them. “Could that be related to why you were feeling nervous?” he asked. Amanda stared at the phone, unable to answer immediately again. “I don't know,” she admitted. But this time, the words frightened her. The signs were appearing outside her mind now. They were becoming real, visible, and impossible to dismiss. She could not look away. Dead fish had been the first sign. Then abnormal tides. Then missing boats. Now people were reporting vibrations. Amanda's grip tightened around her phone as the pattern formed in her mind.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

That was the first piece of evidence I couldn’t easily explain away as an old woman’s eccentric caution. ----- A document from Margaret’s final years caught my eye next — not a warning, not a prediction, just a checklist. **CONTINGENCY REVIEW.** Food supply. Water. Communications. Transportation. Energy. Agricultural land. Independent financial access. Secure storage. I stared at the list until the room seemed to tilt slightly around me. The warehouse. The agricultural property. The financial account. This facility. Every piece I had uncovered over the last two weeks belonged, cleanly, to one of these exact categories.

Automatic Nutrient Dosing and Harvesting Active. [Current Status: Ready for Seed Insertion.] A cold, satisfied smile slowly spread across my face. In the apocalyptic freeze that was coming to tear this world apart, food would become more valuable than gold, land, or guns. While the rest of the surviving population would be freezing in dark ruins, fighting over moldy canned goods and drinking frozen mud, I now held an endless, self-sustaining green farm locked safely inside an indestructible dimension. I could grow fresh vegetables, wheat, medical herbs, and fruit in the middle of a global ice age without spending a single watt of real-world electricity.

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

Joshua explained, "You've been trapped there for far too long, and it's taken too much from you. You need to rest. Here's my ration. You need to eat something. I have to go now. The team's waiting for me, but I'll be back." Joshua went away in a hurry. I looked at the plate. Hardtacks, water, and a couple of dried dates. The apocalypse’s freezing weather was hard to endure—even for metahumans. This was the best the team could manage, given the food shortage. The food was cold, but my heart was warm. 'Maybe he still cares about me,' I thought. 'But what's going on with him and Irene? Is Joshua cheating on me?' I was going to tear the hardtack's wrappings open when someone outside complained,

There a water source but it is contaminated of zombie virus when the apocalypse arrived. In a military area for practicing gun-shooting, marching and strategies - has also 3 hectares for all military personnel. They have plenty of weapons such as tanks, knives, explosives and etc. However, only few military personnel are inside because other military officers have missions to complete before the apocalypse. Who would have thought that an apocalypse happens? Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right?

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

"If 5% make it through in the long run, that would already be impressive." Even under these conditions, humanity had not stopped fighting. People battled the cold with one hand and each other with the other. Production had ground to a halt. Farming no longer existed, and resource extraction had ceased. Food and energy had become strictly finite. Wars were breaking out everywhere. Some took place between individuals. Others erupted between small nations. Food and energy remained the two forces that drove people insane in the apocalypse. "Good thing I'm not short on either." Cyrus exhaled slowly, grateful for his preparations.

"I'll give them to Poppy once in a while." Before the apocalypse, spoiling a child a little wasn't a big deal, but things were different now. Zeph worried that if Poppy got too used to good food and comfortable living, she would lose understanding of how cruel the outside world really was. In the apocalypse, that kind of innocence could become deadly. Nicole nodded. "I'll save ten pounds for Cola, too." Even after setting those aside, they still had over 100 pounds left. The problem was that potatoes sprouted from so many different eyes that planting them all would take up a huge amount of space.