Three Ways To Survive The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Her right thigh was gone and the road was covered in blood. Cole avoided the woman and just kept driving. "Curse those drug addicts. They even spread the virus. Why can't they just hide in a cave?" said Chito. "I can't even imagine that the zombie apocalypse will come true," said Cole. My two older brothers kept talking there while Coco and I were just quiet here in the back. "Shit," Coco silently sighed as he looked ahead of the car. "Oh, shit," Cole and Chito said at the same time.

They waited patiently as they heard two or three helicopters sounds . " They might found something weird about the floor yesterday ." Elina looks at her husband that busy taking off the metal's and iron rods also the metals door from the four rooms glass walls . " It's find ... if they are from the military base then we will follow them . Take out few food ingredients with few bags . Don't let them knew you have any ability. It's dangerous . " " I know hubby ." From the novel they read few days ago , the most risk person in this apocalypse world is those who had space ability. So pretending not to have the space is the best way for them right now .

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life. It seemed there were three months before the apocalypse. He sat very still and made a decision. He had to get money, gather enough food and supplies to last him a lifetime, and build a doomsday shelter that could withstand the hail and keep out anyone who might try to seize what he had. How to make money? Simple. He had returned with precise knowledge of the stock market for the next three months—his hobby had always been market analysis—and he also knew the winning numbers of the next lottery.

I hadn't planned to bring this up right after Anna woke, but I certainly hadn't expected her to tear off their masks herself. "Gabriel, we're getting a divorce. Dad, Casper, I know everything you've done. The drug dealers told me everything," Anna said. Gabriel and Casper sank to their knees in remorse, pleading for forgiveness. Even Wayne couldn't hold back his tears as he spoke. "Anna, I love you more than anything. I just panicked when I read your farewell letter. Those were drug lords! "The chances of surviving your mission were less than 10%! And you wrote that if something happened to you, we should take your death benefits, change our names, and start over in a new place.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

" he questioned. Silence fell over us. As expected, the only way to deal with this was to fight fire with fire. "Are you okay?" the system asked carefully. "Can you check if I'm still intact? Or have I already been reduced to ashes?" I asked in my mind. "The good news is that we're stuck in the middle of a plot point, so we're not dead yet." Then, it added sheepishly, "The bad news is that your supposed downfall is coming ahead of schedule, but neither of them has broken things off with you yet. If this continues, we'll be stuck here forever. None of us will be able to return home!"

Would I have pushed myself so hard that I developed night blindness? Ever since my mom passed away, I had never planned to live through the apocalypse alone. It was Janine who had once clung to me, crying, saying she didn’t want to die. From that day on, I built the shelter under the blazing heat until my heart nearly stopped from heatstroke. I drank with powerful figures in the construction industry to secure resources, drinking until I was rushed to emergency treatment three times in one night. In the end, all my effort was destroyed by a ridiculous theory of “natural selection” and a glorified refrigerated warehouse. My vision blurred with blood, and the world in front of me doubled and w

My gaze fell to the chaos spread across my desk. Receipts. Market forecasts. Shipping manifests. Lists upon lists of survival necessities. Heirloom seeds. Freeze-resistant livestock. Industrial generators. Antibiotics. Water purification systems. Solar batteries. Fuel reserves. Medical-grade insulation. Underground ventilation systems. The numbers were horrifying. I rubbed my temple, exhaustion clawing at my skull. I had spent the entire night calculating costs and inventory projections, cross-referencing what humanity had run out of first during the first collapse. Food had failed in six days.

The morning’s been almost suspiciously normal. After rogue wolves and fights and running and discovering my life belongs in the fantasy section of a bookshop, I find myself standing in our driveway surrounded by grocery bags. We cleaned out half the supermarket because all of us are still eating like we've been stranded at sea for six months, and judging by the amount of food currently filling the boot, we’re planning to survive an apocalypse. The air smells like cut grass and sunshine. Birds are chirping. It feels so ordinary that part of me keeps waiting for something terrible to happen.