The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

Perhaps, he should have left but he had no where to go and when he had thought being good would earn their love, it only shattered him. He became a puppet in their hands but when he was thrown outside to freeze to death, he knew he was never in their plan. Miles snapped back to reality and in panic, he turned towards the table close to his large window and his eyes met with the calendar. "Miles, I will have the maid chose the dress..." He continues while miles muttered the date with his mouth in shock. Could he be reborn? It's exactly half a month before the cold apocalypse. A disaster that struck the world like a pandemic and eat off even the healthiest.

How alive do we need to defeat death? We were in desolation, desperation, depression and in dire need of aid, a panacea to overcome this societal affliction. The vultures were familiar with our surroundings, preying and feeding on those corpse lying on the street. People who could not even attain the status of being buried but just left as ashes to decay on the path. Our crops had died, our fishes were gone, our money had no value… some people had turned cannibals, hunting for any flesh just to stay alive. Most of us had given up, this was the apocalypse which had been predicted thousands of years ago.

Unfortunately, with the outside world turned into a frozen furnace, my dream of becoming some kind of apocalypse ranch owner had completely fallen apart. I stared out at the scorched, yellowed earth beyond the windows and let out a quiet sigh. If the system could give me an infinite-storage cellar, then was it possible for it to create a place where crops could grow and livestock could survive too? “Something’s wrong! Look outside!” Just as I was lost in thought, one of the guards suddenly shouted through the intercom, his voice filled with panic. I immediately turned toward the window. What I saw was the most horrifying sight I had witnessed since the apocalypse began.

Cutting off the screams. Cutting off the storm. Cutting off the outside world. As Caleb and I walked back toward the warm heart of the villa, he glanced down at me. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "You handled that beautifully, little rabbit." I looked back toward the sealed corridor. "The cold will finish what greed started." Caleb's smile deepened. And somewhere beyond our walls, buried beneath snow and darkness, three desperate men finally learned a lesson that the apocalypse taught everyone eventually: The world didn't care how rich you used to be.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

As the virus ate through him and the shock of nearly dying hit Julian's mind, something sealed deep in his mind suddenly broke. Images that did not belong to this life flashed through his mind, like his life passing before his eyes. They were memories from his previous life. He saw the first day of the apocalypse. I had risked infection and rushed downstairs with a baseball bat, fighting my way back from the supermarket with a backpack full of food. He saw days without water or food. I had placed the last half bottle of water and a piece of moldy bread into his hands, even though I was so hungry I could barely stand.

A Chosen Celestial Being was being to invite Lucas into the city, only to realize that Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion were no longer seen. … Lucas placed the Apocalyptic Legion into the System Space, and once again, he started his search. This time, he arrived at a flat ground. That flat ground was endless and was extraordinarily spacious. Lucas figured that given any ordinary people would not be able to reach its end even after a few lifetimes. "Go gather more zombies," Lucas said faintly. The Apocalyptic Legion headed in all directions. Lucas purchased a box of cigarettes from Points Mall and lighted one cigarette.

I was fucked against rusted vehicles, bent over barrels, on all fours in the dust, and held suspended between multiple men. My moans were constant and broken, echoing across the wasteland camp. “Yes! All of you! Destroy me! Fill every hole with your survivor cum!” I begged shamelessly. “Breed me in the apocalypse! Make me your camp cumdump!” I came violently again and again, squirting into the dirt as they pumped load after load into my body. Cum covered my face, tits, back, and poured from my gaping pussy and ass in thick rivers. My belly looked swollen from the sheer volume.

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.

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