The Apocalypse Survival Manual Novels & Stories

“That was proof of everything I've been telling you. The apocalypse is coming. You just watched my ex-husband transform into a zombie.” “I'm a very private man, and this”—he gestured vaguely at the gates— “is exactly why I don't allow people into my space.” Chloe could understand his frustration. She had brought chaos to his doorstep, but she had done so to warn him of the danger ahead. It was only a glimpse of the chaos that awaited them. Having lived through the apocalypse, she knew that each day brought countless challenges. Not even Adrian’s billions or fortified shelter would guarantee their survival. He had the right resources, but he needed to know how to use them effectively.

Last night at the nightclub, he had reacted to me dancing on him as though being touched by a gay man was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him but yet his body reacted differently. And now, with the world ending around us, he was still doing the same thing. God, I really couldn't stand this man sometimes. I bent down and began arranging the groceries into neat piles, refusing to let his expression get to me. We had a potential zombie infection, a city descending into chaos, and enough food to survive for a little while if we rationed it properly. Whatever happened next, I needed to keep my head straight. Because if there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that I wasn't goi

“I did. But where are you going?” He chuckled again, reaching for his belt. “You must have forgotten that we’re in the middle of an apocalypse.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “I haven’t forgotten. I just woke up.” “Right.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I’m going out to see if there are any more survivors we can rescue. You said we have seven days before we completely lose daylight. This is day three.” My smile gradually faded as the reality of our situation settled in.“Alright, then. Let me get dressed. I’ll come with you.”

A loud, chilling screech echoed through the radio speaker before the transmission cut into dead, buzzing static. I stared at the glowing green light of the radio screen, the cool air of the subterranean vault suddenly feeling as sharp as ice. The quarantine was gone. The city above was falling. The apocalypse had officially arrived at our doorstep.

I underlined the sentence. The apocalypse had arrived earlier than I expected, and my family was already searching for safety. I had survived the first test. But I knew it wouldn't be the last. They had seen my gate. They knew I had supplies, a secure property, and a place to hide. Soon, desperation might make them forget every boundary I had set. And when that happened, I would have to decide how far I was willing to go to protect the life I had fought so hard to reclaim. I closed the notebook and looked toward the security monitor one last time.

The infected man jerked his head towards the sound, then turned back to me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't hold him back anymore. The footsteps grew closer. Then a gunshot rang through the house. The weight pressing against my chest suddenly disappeared. I opened my eyes, gasping for air. The infected man lay motionless beside me. For a moment, I couldn't understand what had happened. I stared at his body, waiting for him to move again, but he didn't. Someone stepped into the kitchen and I lifted my head weakly. A tall man stood in the doorway, holding a gun. His eyes moved quickly over the room before settling on me. Then he lowered his weapon. “Evelyn.” I stared at him through my tear

My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit as the realization hit me. They hadn't sent this hit squad to kill me in my apartment. The apartment was just a distraction to pull me away. My industrial storage unit. The place where I had stored forty five thousand dollars' worth of survival gear, composite armor, water filtration systems, and non-perishable rations, everything I needed for the apocalypse, was currently unguarded. I looked up at Maya, then out the shattered window into the dark city sky. The real war had just begun.

He rather is selfish than be kind only to regret it when he has to pay for it with his life. The man seemed to be making an effort to staying calm, he spoke, “Now wait a minute, there are barely enough houses for the people I have with me and you surely must know that the apocalypse weather is worse than normal, the winter is probably going to last a long time and it's going to be very harsh. You can't be serious about not allowing us into the community, I worked as a security guard at the community. I know it's perfect for the apocalypse, if you and your friends don't want to join our base it's fine but you really can't be planning to keep all those mansions empty.” By the time the man stop

I muttered, walking out of the shade and they followed beside me, everyone alert as we looked around. “I’m not exactly a superhuman. I just have stronger abilities than people do.” I muttered, because that technically wasn’t a lie. “As for the apocalypse, I had no idea it was going to happen. I just watch too many movies and always stock up in case crazy things like this could happen. And it came in handy. Besides, if I knew about the apocalypse, why would I remain in Sloradath?” “That is true.” Rosa mumbled as she watched our backs while I watched ahead, with the others watching left, right and above us.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”