This Life's Strong Apocalypse Shelter Novels & Stories

I carefully undo her seatbelt and lift her from her booster seat. Lexi was about to take her, but I shook my head. Amelia would only freak out with the growing thunder and I'm fighting against my own fear of the storm. I knew she could see it in my eyes and quickly guided me to the soundproof basement. Tears fill my eyes as Raven's scent floods my nose. She's alive. She's going to be fine. She has police protection. She'll be home soon.

I remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the provocation in her eyes. There was only one month left before the apocalypse arrived. I had no time to waste watching her schemes. In my previous life, I only thought the convenience store Dad left behind looked too old and run-down to attract customers, so I hired people to renovate it according to my design, reinforcing it with steel and concrete. I never expected a zombie outbreak to happen afterward. That tiny convenience store became unbelievably sturdy after the renovations, turning into my warm sanctuary in the apocalypse. Back then, I managed to build a temporary shelter with only limited funds.

"Brother, take care of your ass." Fenix hissed angrily and turned back to the Dark Realm. Yona looked at Fenix; this was what we called brotherhood. Yona followed him, but she was still concerned about Austin. God only knows why her heart was so weak in the face of men. Austin's heart ached when he saw them leave. But he must maintain his strength and fight the outside invaders. He didn't tell them that this was his last year on Earth and that if he didn't get his body, he would die like a human.

Perhaps he used to feel sorry for the life he imposed on his child once before, but now he could do nothing about it, and Shawn just had to deal. The shanty apartment they live in has been overtaken by roaches. Their thrifted couch is worn down so much that it feels like bare wood. Instead of a television, they have a beautiful view of the concrete apartment across the alley below. It's covered in graffiti. Shawn would rather be anywhere but here. May 2040 Shawn's POV:

His face lingered in my mind like a phantom, and I hated that it did. “Maybe I just need some fresh air... time to think about what I should do next.” I told myself, as if saying it out loud would give me strength. I got up and went to the bathroom to change. When I stepped out of the apartment, the sun was harsh against my skin, but it couldn’t thaw the chill that had settled deep in my chest since morning. I took a long breath, forcing myself to lift my head high. “This is my life now… I have to start over,” I whispered.

The bandits instantly retaliated and shot the couple dead. The people who'd caused my death in my past life died in this lifetime just like that. And funnily enough, the broken gate—which I'd been worried about—had saved us. … Half a year after the zombie outbreak, we started running low on supplies. The military's rescue teams didn't show up anymore, and we started preparing to head to a safe zone. I'd bought plenty of gasoline before the apocalypse. After Emmett and I checked the car to make sure it was functioning, we finally departed for the safe zone.

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

I dimmed the kill lights in my eyes and made a good impression of trying to hide behind Sal as if unsure of myself. Will continue in Part 4: The Life Rebirth

All the same, I made a quick call to Uncle Guy to keep an eye on Pop and make sure no one got close to him. If this person, whoever he is, was here, I still won't stop what I'm doing. If I lived by the fear of what others may do, then I wouldn't be living. I came here to do something, and I'm going to see it through to the end. Speaking of endings, I pulled up Antonio and Teresa's home feed on my little extremely secure device. Unbeknownst to most, Antonio's life has been unraveling for the past six months.