The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

- Dessa "good good good it is great that you're alive even we are in an apocalypse and you have already died before"- Bobby "yes it is too hard but ill tell you, Papa, later" -Dessa Uncle Bobby only nods his head in satisfaction "Uncle Bobby where's my family?!"- John Carl he just looks at me with his tired eyes and says "2nd day of the apocalypse the rescue has come but a limited number of persons only can occupy the vehicle"- Bobby

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.

“You’re Apocalyptic, Montessa. Apocalyptic Montessa.” She smiled at him, and she could feel the radiance from it. “And you’re my Nuclear Lulu. We’re meant to be, my love.” He held out his hand. She walked over and took it. Sparks flew. Magic happened. Nuclear reactors melted down in joy. The world combusted.

‘Alpha, I’m sorry to bother you in such a pressing time for Blackwood, but we have an issue in the Dungeons,’ one of the guards linked me, and I pinched the bridge of my nose, spinning on my heel to head for the Dungeons. I didn’t need him to spell it out for me. Mila was raising hell. “Alpha,” one of the farmers hobbled over, “Those rogues managed to destroy a quarter of our crop.” “Ensure you section off the damaged crop and spray the line to stop any rot from spreading. We’ll cleanse the ground and regrow,” my heart was starting to race. “If we need to import to cover the loss, please let me know.” “Thank you for your guidance, Alpha,” the farmer had a smile on his face now. “I’ll send a

Still, when I looked at the horizon — at the storm clouds gathering again, black and heavy with death — I knew I couldn’t afford to stay weak. Ten days. That’s all I had. Ten days before the apocalypse hit full force. If Verdant Pulse was the weapon I needed to tip the balance… then I’d learn to wield it, no matter the cost. Even if it meant losing a part of who I used to be. ⸻ The Sanctuary thrummed quietly in the back of my mind as I stared at the gray sky. The world was still asleep, unaware of what was coming. But I wasn’t. I had seen it. I had died in it. And this time, when the dead rose again — I’d rise higher.

Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse. When he saw me, he slowed down and lowered the window. “I’m going your way. Get in.” I opened the passenger door and got inside, for several minutes, neither of us spoke. The silence was not uncomfortable, but I could tell from the way he occasionally glanced at me that he had something to say. Eventually, he looked at me. “Why didn’t you help the man who came to you yesterday?” I turned toward him. Who didn’t I help? I had attended to countless requests from different settlements yesterday. Every request had been reviewed based on the level of d