The Apocalypse Survival Manual Novels & Stories

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

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.

] [Survival System initializing…] [Apocalypse Countdown: 57 Days. [Would you like to begin?] [YES] [NO] "What is this?" Christy asked. With shaky hands, she clicked Yes. [System successfully bound to Host.] [Known Threats: 17] [Survival Preparation: 8%] [People Saved: 0] [Warning Credibility: 12%]

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

Elena nodded. Once the family was back in the van, she explained one step at a time. “I lived through at least eight years of the apocalypse. First came the Floodfall, then the Megatsunami, the Inferno, and the Acidstorm. After that came Icebound, the Sundrought, the Everdark, and the Greatquake. “Our priority is stockpiling. Food, water, supplies, transportation, and everything we’ll need to survive each of those disasters. “After the world ends, everything falls apart. Factories shut down, society collapses, and everyone struggles just to survive. That means supplies won’t be made anymore—we have to buy everything now, while we still can.

My hand stayed inside the drawer as I listened. “…a difficult time for the country and for the world as a whole. The strange virus currently present in the air has not been identified. Scientists are working to determine the cause and develop a viable cure. In the meantime, survivors have been relocated to protected care facilities.” I left the drawer open and went back toward the television. Survivors were being taken somewhere? I had not known that. The anchor continued with an instruction. “Anyone who can hear this broadcast is strongly advised to make their way to the state capital, Columbia, South Carolina, where assistance and shelter are available…”

“Yeah. You said Audrey was supposed to die on the first day of the apocalypse, but you survived because of your System. Why are you asking?” “Exactly! But something happened earlier when Toni used that necklace during our therapy session,” Eliana explained. “I suddenly found myself back in my old world, on the night I died. I went to my favorite restaurant and everything happened just like that night. But there was something strange. I saw the book End of Humanity on the chair beside me.” The worm tilted its head. “The apocalypse book?” “Yes! It was one of my favorite novels. I knew almost every detail because I had read it so many freaking times. I knew every chapters, the characters, their

“What are you talking about?” Clara’s lips curled into a strange smile. “Why bother? The world is ending soon anyway.” They had been reborn too? I was shocked, but I quickly masked it with a cold smile. “Nonsense! Anyway, I sincerely wish you two the best. I hope you and Ethan stay together forever.” Because when the apocalypse hits, it will be so much easier to destroy you both together. “Hey! What’s going on here?” A booming, authoritative voice rang out from the front entrance of the restaurant. A tall, broad-shouldered young man in a dark suede jacket walked in, flanked by two imposing security guards from the shopping center.