This Life's Strong Apocalypse Shelter Novels & Stories

In the grand scheme of the apocalypse, such a fate was almost fortunate. At least with their head gone first, they would suffer less. Not like my previous life, where I was eaten from the feet up, forced to watch myself be consumed whole. I observed through the monitors how Christopher and the others were already shell-shocked by the abrupt end times, shivering and rooted to the spot. They quickly discovered the house's sanctuary-like qualities, just as they had in my previous life. However, their relief was short-lived when they realized all the food in the mansion had vanished.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

refugees were starting to panic. "He's one of them now!" a man shouted, gesturing to the sky where the golden lights of the Apex were glowing brighter than ever. "He took the deal! He saved his own skin and left us to rot in the black-core leak!" "Shut up!" Meilin’s voice didn't just carry; it vibrated.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

A painful pressure built behind my eyes. I looked down because if Daniel saw me cry, he would stop being a child and become my caretaker again. I couldn't allow that. Not today. Not during his bridge. He pointed to the hidden compartment at the base. “This is a shelter. It’s for people who need somewhere safe when the storm is too strong. Every structure should have a safe place. Even if people don’t see it from outside.” Mrs. Henshaw clapped first. And then the room filled with applause.

But against a natural disaster, none of that made them any less vulnerable. There was no fighting something that powerful. One sandstorm had nearly torn them apart for good. They got lucky this time, but what about next time? The thought left Nicole shaken and more anxious than ever. Zeph was thinking the same thing. In the apocalypse he had lived through before, there were no satellites falling from the sky, no volcanic eruptions, and no sandstorms. But this time, one unexpected disaster after another kept hitting. He and Nicole had no idea what was coming anymore. They knew nothing about the disasters still ahead, and surviving them would come down to luck.

“Yes… use me… I’m your wasteland cumdump… fill me until I break…” The main camp came into view, a sprawling settlement of reinforced bunkers, rusted vehicles turned into shelters, barbed wire fences, and multiple flickering fires. Hundreds of “survivors”— all powerful members of the Midnight Club in their post-apocalyptic costumes, turned to watch as I was paraded through the center like a captured prize. Kane threw me into the middle of the largest breeding pit, a deep, sand-filled arena surrounded by cheering men and a few dominant women. The ground was already stained from previous days of use.

Liam's POV: A shitshow. That's what this was, a fuckin shitshow. First our home gets bombed, injuring and killing a lot of people. Then they kidnap my fuckin woman! Like what the fuck?!! Atlas has been running the cleanup part of this crazy mess. My team is helping with the injured and taking care of the pack while I help Saxon track down our missing people. The cleanup crew has already removed most of the debris. We got word from Soren that we will be moving to different property or multiple properties since the compound is no longer safe. I don't think they're going to sell this place yet but we definitely can't stay here. As I finish checking over a few of the dogs, I head over to Saxons

All six have names now. Five have estimated locations. The sixth, someone called Beaumont, is a name without a place. LUS’s model holds the others and loses Beaumont completely, as though the person steps sideways out of the graph. Maya marks the gap. She will come back to it. Resources: a continuity facility with power, redundancy, protected communications, and supply routes. An administration survives the apocalypse because, irritatingly, it is designed to survive precisely that. The world ends, civilization collapses, and somewhere beneath reinforced concrete a procurement form continues circulating for signatures.

} Amanda's pulse quickened immediately. Amanda went completely still. The words struck harder than the warning about the movement. “Unreliable?” she whispered. “What does that mean?” {Previous projections should not be treated as certain.} She read it again carefully. She looked toward the fortress, where workers continued moving materials and equipment beneath the afternoon sky. Everything she had built depended on time. She had believed thirty days would be enough for everything. Now even the information that had guided her preparation was changing. Amanda pressed her palm against her stomach, feeling the weight of everything she had to protect. “Then I cannot trust the future anymore.”