The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

" Before Stephen could say anything, Darren stepped on the accelerator. The truck rolled past the frightened survivors and entered the farm. **** The truck continued deeper into the farm. The smell became worse with every meter they traveled. Rotting animal carcasses littered the area. Dead pigs. Dead cows. Dead chickens. Dead sheep. The remains of both animals and humans could be seen scattered across the property. Many were already far into decomposition. Flies swarmed everywhere. The air itself felt toxic. Even Darren, who had experienced countless horrors during the apocalypse, struggled to tolerate it. Then.... Movement. Several monsters suddenly emerged from both sides of the road. The

Even then, it couldn't cover the entire farm, which gave him a sense of just how massive the place was. Most of the farm's main structures now lay fully within his awareness. Beyond that, it was mostly livestock areas—pigs, sheep, and cattle—where no one was likely living. Under spatial perception, nothing could hide. Ray froze for a moment. This world was ridiculously small. Who had he "seen"? Colleagues from his company. His supervisors. What the hell? How could he possibly run into them here? Were they ability users? No? Then how the hell had they survived over seventy days in this apocalypse?

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen

Nothing. “I think it’s broken. I’ll let Judge Jackson know that he might need a new box.” I left the mysterious steel box for the basket of fruit on the counter. I selected and apple and made myself comfortable on the cognac leather couch in the living room. “Werewolf Life Skills Survival Manual 2023. Congratulations! You’ve survived Eden or The Oasis!” Survived. What a specific word. “The purpose of this manual is to acclimate newly released wolves from both Eden and Oasis into werewolf society. The manual will detail our history, culture, leadership, lifestyle, and rules you must abide by.”

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

After sending the message, I packed my things and moved into the small apartment I had bought before marriage. Late at night, the doorbell rang. Through the video screen, I saw Adrian standing outside, panic written all over his face. I threw on a coat and went downstairs, not to hear his explanation, but to personally put an end to this relationship. "I’m sorry, Julia…" He looked at me, his voice hoarse as he tried to explain. My tone was calm. "The divorce agreement is on the bed at the villa. Sign it and have it sent to me." Adrian panicked and pulled me into his arms. "Our relationship is so good. Why do we have to divorce? I promise… There won’t be a next time."

I gingerly lowered my body into a crouch and my hand trembled as I reached for the thrown glove. My fingertips grazed the black leather. It was enough. This was the reading I had: At some unknown juncture in time, the whole sky would be covered by a flock of ravenlike creatures as far as the eye could see. They formed an endless, waving parade of dark flags as if to call forth armies against a weakened ruler. This deluge swept and flowed ceaselessly with an entomo-mechanical roar and in its heart, a flame-wrapped titan was laying waste to human cities. It was an Apocalyptic sight and sound. All sources of light were missing in the heavens and the days of darkness stretched on to eternity. Th

“But… you need to prepare yourself.” For what? Another prophecy? Another omen? Another disaster waiting to swallow this pack whole? We turned the final corner. I stopped dead. Every inch of farmland, lush with herbs, berries, crops, medicines, was gone. Burned. The earth blackened. Vegetation turned to ash. Smoke curled upward like dying ghosts. A strip of soil still smoldered, glowing red at the edges. My fists clenched. This wasn’t an accident. This wasn’t nature.