The Apocalypse Survival Manual Novels & Stories

But close enough that my hand didn’t leave the tunnel release the entire time I briefed myself on what I’d just seen. The episode came that afternoon, and it picked the worst possible moment to arrive. I was still watching the approach through the narrow gap I used for visual confirmation when the heat hit, and for one terrible, clear-headed second I understood exactly what was about to happen and couldn’t do a single thing to stop it. I had maybe ninety seconds of function left before the shutdown took all of it, and I used every one of them moving the extraction load into final position, because if the man in the jacket decided today was the day he came closer, I needed my body to already

"Ask him why he needs a mountain with its own water and a geothermal plant. Ask him why a man who buried himself two years ago is so very confident about how the world ends." "Sera," Harold said quietly. "That's enough." "He knows the date. He knows the cause. And he hired you to haul his fortune up the mountain so you'd be standing next to him when the sky falls — and you will never be allowed into the shelter." She held the merc's gaze. "You are disposable. Ask him." The rifle wavered by a quarter of an inch. It was all she needed. She took one final step, and Harold's hand shot out to seize her wrist. She did not pull away. She turned her palm and caught his wrist in return — and the blue

One hard gust could flood the whole place. I took a moment to glance at their supplies, which would barely last until the hurricane ended. This made any long-term support impossible for me. In fact, I had prepared separate emergency kits for both Elliott and Dorian. To avoid suspicion, I only took what was standard and necessary. The future of their journey through the apocalypse depended on their own abilities. After tidying up, I went back to my apartment, 1802. For lunch, I made chicken soup, roasted ribs, and garlic kale. It was a rich meal for one person. When I woke from my nap, the signal icon on my phone was gone. The internet was down.

I spent the night tossing and turning in my bed, unable to stop thinking about the new mission from the system. Investigating things in the apocalypse only led to nothing but trouble. I had planned to just chill and enjoy my life this apocalypse. But then again, to enjoy without worrying, I needed a stronger base and weapons. I had to gain survival points to unlock better weapons and stronger base fortifications. [MISSION: INVESTIGATE ORGANIZED SURVIVOR ACTIVITY IN THE EASTERN DISTRICT.]

"Friday, seven in the morning. The first drop on the glass. By nightfall, every hospital in the city is full. People on the floors. People in the parking lots." Saturday the Internet dies then the phones next. "Saturday night. The last thing I saw online was a man on a roof, screaming at the sky." Sun down. Power out in Crown District first. "And Sunday." Her pen slowed. "Sunday, Sabrina knocks." She stared at the word she had just written. She did not underline it. She did not cross it out. She moved to the other column. Three days of groceries. Rice cooker. Candles. Phone charger. "That's it," she said. "That's everything I had the first time. Food for one person, and two more mouths on th

She died with a knife in her back and her husband's lies in her ears. This time, she'll make sure everyone pays. Dr. Elena Vasquez survived seven days after civilization collapsed, starvation, infection, the screaming of a world tearing itself apart. What killed her wasn't the apocalypse. Marcus left her for another woman when the chaos began, taking the supplies she bled for and the weapons she scavenged. As she lay dying, he confessed the truth: their five-year marriage had never been real. She was never his love. She was his caretaker. His provider. His convenient, disposable tool. "You were just useful." Those were the last words she ever heard. Then Elena opens her eyes,

If emergency services are unavailable, the affected person should be isolated from others until assistance becomes available. Anyone who has recently had close contact with an individual exhibiting these symptoms is advised to contact local health authorities immediately. DO NOT APPROACH VIOLENT OR UNRESPONSIVE INDIVIDUALS. The apocalypse had come much earlier than it did before. I looked over at my brother, but neither he nor Art said anything. They simply went back to finishing the barricade, and that strange silence followed us all the way through the rest of the work and into dinner. We were eating Art’s famous bland fish fillet, which he insisted was intentional because he didn’t want t

What he saw made his expression darken. An elderly man who had previously needed a walking stick had turned into a zombie. He was chasing his housekeeper, who was desperately trying to escape, and soon caught up with her, sinking his teeth into her. Nearby, several other people were already fighting for their lives. The apocalypse had truly begun. Breakfast was simple: eggs on toast and milk. After eating, Liam settled onto the sofa and scrolled through his phone while speaking almost absentmindedly.

“You heard me. Ask Vanessa to take care of her own emergencies.” She ended the call. Her hands trembled, but she did not regret it. She had thirty days to prepare, limited savings, and a future she could not afford to waste. Then a strange chime sounded inside her mind. **Survival Storage System initializing...** A second message appeared. **Initial storage capacity: 10 cubic meters.** Evelyn stared at the glowing words. A second chance. A chance to survive. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Nicole Mitch,” she whispered, “you should have killed me when you had the chance.” This time, she would live. And when the apocalypse came, he would discover what he had truly thrown away.

My fingers went cold. Thirty days had never been enough. I had known that, of course. I had spent every waking hour trying to prepare for something that had destroyed an entire world. But I had still believed I had a rough window, a few weeks in which to secure supplies, establish Bastion, and get Severin out of the city before the worst began. Now the first major medical emergency was spreading earlier than I remembered. I got out of bed and opened my door. Severin's room was dark, but light came from beneath it.