Romans & histoires World Apocalypse

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen

Elise led Lucas to a red Porsche and got in with him. Lucas stifled a laugh. These cars actually existed in the parallel world. One had to know that they were in the apocalyptic world. The infected areas and base cities were two completely different worlds. The faces of the men and women in base cities were more or less adorned with blissful smiles. Zombies were the least of their worries as the Fighters Alliance was there to defend them. The Fighters’ Alliance was the strongest human force in the apocalyptic world with many sub-alliances scattered across various base cities.

†† Shay Morrigan She should have known the Lupine magic would have been as the stories said, botched up and friggin inaccurate, not only had that been the most uncomfortable portalling experience ever, they were no where close New York. The dusty sign read New Fall, she didn't even know such a dingy place existed on earth, reminded her of the deep trenches of Kaer Morte "Great!" She growled to a bemused Luciano "Another thing your kind has fucked up, just fricking great, remind me to leave your pack decimated for leaving us stranded in this Godforsaken hellhole!" "Is that racism I detect in you?!" He asked clearly in a choked voice "I bet your Conjugate will not be pleased!, and I'll have yo

Jake stared at the message for a moment, then typed back. Jake: [I do have some. But nine rounds aren't enough. Antibiotics are rare.] In this apocalypse, not everyone had a safe, armored RV like his. If someone got injured and the wound got infected, antibiotics were the only thing that could save them. Without them, if your body couldn't fight it off... you just slowly died. Bella: [Fifteen. That's my limit.] Jake: [No, no...]

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

"They experimented." "They created vampires." "They created Wilds." "They created things that could survive wounds that should have killed them." Her eyes moved toward the enormous creature. "And eventually they created something that could adapt faster than they could control." The creature lowered its head. Mother continued. "When the experiments escaped, the world began to change." Sera whispered, "The apocalypse." Mother nodded. "The world did not end because of war." "It ended because the Blood escaped containment." Husen looked toward Listener. "You knew."

"What?" Natasha stepped closer. Professor Hargrove pointed at the dates. "These experiments started eight months after civilization collapsed." Silence followed. Someone had continued experimenting after the end of the world. Elias continued reading. His expression darkened. "They were trying to create controllable infected." Aaron's eyes narrowed. "Soldiers." "Yes." The answer came immediately. "Super soldiers." Josh cursed under his breath. Damien looked disgusted. "People were dying and these bastards were still playing God."

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one