The Apocalypse Survival Manual Novels & Stories

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.

Yanlong - Don't panic. Suyan - where are you? Yanlong - Don't make noise. Set all your phones on silent. Yanlong - I am safe where I am. You need to listen to me for the time being. Suyan - Do you think our families are safe? Huomei - My dad's outside the country. Meibing - My parents are in S city. Suyan - mine are in capitol. Yanlong - Wherever your parents are, believe me, they are adults and qualify as important assets in the apocalypse. Nothing will happen to them.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

"Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..." He let it hang. "If you want my protection, you'll have to pay." A guy leaned out his window and yelled, "How much?" Total shut-in. Slept through the countdown. Woke up with two sewer roaches as his "pets." Loyal or not, roaches weren't saving anybody. Alan smiled. "Sixty pounds of grain per person. Every month." The whole complex exploded. The apocalypse hit out of nowhere. Even the people who panic-bought only had a few hundred, maybe a thousand pounds of food.

But more kept coming, pouring out of the trucks, their numbers overwhelming. "Hold the line!" Sarah's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Do not let them through!" Emma reloaded her shotgun, her hands steady despite the fear coursing through her. She had never been in a battle before. Not like this, not with guns and blood and screaming. But she had survived worse. She had survived the apocalypse. She had survived Derek. She had survived Viktor. She would survive this too. A raider climbed the wall, his fingers gripping the edge, his face inches from hers. She swung her shotgun like a club, catching him in the temple. He fell, his body tumbling backward, disappearing into the

A little over ten minutes later, a black SUV eased out of the apartment's underground garage. The early March cold lingered in Newford State. Inside the SUV, the heater kept them warm. Hayden drove with one hand on the wheel. His other hand rested near his thigh, close to the pistol at his waist. Four years in the apocalypse gave every member of their team that habit. Leah glanced at his hand and felt a familiar sense of safety. An hour later, they reached a secluded warehouse district outside the city.

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

A man stood outside a bakery, reading a newspaper while a woman beside him argued with someone over the phone. Everything looked normal. Nobody knew. Nobody knew that in a few days, the lights would go out. Nobody knew that the city they were walking through so casually would soon become a completely different place. But I knew. And I intended to be ready. I pulled out my phone and checked the date. My heart tightened slightly. Six days. Only six days until everything changed. My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand. I looked at the screen. Nathan. Again. I stared at his name for a few seconds before declining the call.

"You really did know what was coming. I didn't fully believe you until now, but seeing all this, I understand you weren't lying." I gestured for them to gather around the table. We didn't have time to waste on explanations. It was time for our first mission. "Listen carefully." My voice turned serious, focused. "The apocalypse is here, and people are dying. Buildings are burning and collapsing, and the authorities don't know how to handle it. We have a safe house and supplies, and I want to use them to save as many people as we can. But we have to be smart about this. Organized. We work together."