This Summer Is The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

She snuggled her face against my neck "I love you, babe." And this is the finale because you already know what we did that summer. -Fin

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.

How are we supposed to live like this? [Why isn't the government doing something? If it keeps up, people are going to freeze to death!] Cyrus shook his head silently. By now, the government had no strength left to care for everyone. From this moment on, survival could only depend on oneself. This was the moment the icy apocalypse truly began, the dawn of the Frostfall. Once modern society was stripped of both electricity and food, humanity would spiral headlong into mass death.

Jayden could hardly believe it. Molly was equally shocked, a mix of awe, fear, and embarrassment washing over her. She hadn't doubted Jayden for even a moment. Were it not for Ray, she would have been hit in that instant. Her gaze instinctively sought Ray, filled with a burning curiosity. Ray smiled faintly. "Although he's wrapped in thick layers outside, he's actually wearing a down jacket underneath. He wasn't at the hospital when the apocalypse struck. He came after." No explanation needed. The apocalypse began on June 1st. Who would wear a down jacket to the hospital in early summer? It was impossible.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

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 know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

It had actually reached from America to the Atlantic! “What is tha…” *Woomp* The next minute the adorations of men turned into screams of horror as what seemed like the apocalypse descended right on earth, as soon as the lights touched earth it went on traveling, moving forward and devouring, anything it touched that wasn’t humanly crumbled up into dust and any living thing encountered turned into oblivion like they never existed. People screamed as they watched this insanity happen, who could ever believe that the apocalypse that would come on Earth would suddenly descend and eliminate all humans without warning?

Then he stood, leaned toward the microphone clipped to his lapel, and said one line. That single line traveled through the control board, through twenty-three million live streams, down the hallway, past the control room, past the partition wall, past that concrete door we'd broken open with three hammer strikes — and into the bunker. A bunker with no one left in it. "Ouroboros, Season 7 — that's a wrap." On the big screen, all eight snake logos went dark at once. The comment feed started its final surge. Not typed words. The same template, repeated who knows how many times — "Seven years."

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.