The Apocalypse Survival Manual Novels & Stories

Zip. Thousands of dollars of high-end, life-saving winter gear vanished into her time-frozen space. When the driver turned back around, the dock was empty. He rubbed his eyes, muttered something about needing more coffee, and drove away. Next was the precious metals dealer downtown. Elena bought fifty kilos of gold bullion and a dozen high-value, uncut diamonds. In the apocalypse, paper money would be kindling, but gold and diamonds would remain the ultimate, universal currency for trading with elite survivor factions.

The Reclaimer System had just issued a new global diagnostic alert in bright red text across her vision: [Pathogenic Mutation Detected in Municipal Water Sector 4] [Infection Vector: Active] [Countdown to Zero Hour: 44 Days, 23 Hours, 59 Minutes] Scarlett walked over to her weapons bench, picked up a custom tactical sidearm, checked the loaded magazine with practiced efficiency, and holstered it smoothly at her waist. The preview of the apocalypse had arrived early. The weak were already freezing, the corrupt were already breaking, and the dead were preparing to rise.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

All I could remember was the fact that I had a system, and the apocalypse was coming soon. I withdrew all my savings and stocked up on supplies. There was food, water, medicine, weapons, gas, seedlings… I rushed to all the wholesale markets across the city, buying up everything I possibly could, filling my rented apartment and three rented warehouses to the brim. A day before the apocalypse, I drove out of this city in my modified four-wheeler. It was just that I sometimes felt like there should be someone next to me, but I just couldn't remember who that might be.

Nobody survived this apocalypse, built a massive black-market trading network, and stayed clean. The man wiped blood from his face and gave Nicole and Zeph a weak smile. "Thank you for helping us." "Not a big deal." Now that she saw they were alive, Nicole started thinking about the two darlings waiting at home. She didn't bother with more small talk and turned to leave. "Wait." The man stopped them. "My name's Sven Lindberg. I still don't know your names, or where you live." In the apocalypse, no sane person asked strangers for their names and addresses. Even if somebody dared to ask, that didn't mean the other person would answer.

She couldn't make the same mistakes again. Suddenly, a semi-transparent band of blue light materialized right in front of her eyes. [Host, the Apocalypse Survival System has been activated.] She thought activated, what did that mean? [TASK 1: Purchase an Apocalypse Survival Fortress.] Evelyn stared at the floating text, her mind working rapidly. A system? To survive the upcoming zombie apocalypse, extreme weather, and human betrayal, a fortified, impenetrable base was non-negotiable. But building a fortress required an astronomical amount of money.

Then the apocalypse prevails. Sharon glanced at the child. “And if I accept?” Alex stepped closer. “You are the apocalypse.” The sky went black and a man appeared.Then the sky grew dark and a man walked out. The ground began shaking. The boy's irises turned completely white.The boy's eyes turned white. Then, the system came into the world for the first time, in this strange world. FINAL CHOICE UNLOCKED SAVE THE WORLD OR SAVE YOUR SON Sharon looked at the two choices. Then another message, a third, appeared.

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

The whole crowd ran at the tray at once. "It's all mine!" "Get back!" "Don't step on me!" "My hand! My hand is broken! Help!" A man shoved an old woman to the ground and took her water. Two women pulled at the same box until it split open and the food bars fell into the snow. People dove after them, punching and kicking. Nikolai watched the screen, his face going pale. "In the apocalypse," I said, "people will do anything for a bite of food." I put the microphone down. "See? This is what people really are."