Postapoc cerita

When a deadly disease ravages the town of Holmsley, Frankie and her friends find themselves trapped inside a military-blockaded quarantine zone. ***** A story that was first published in 2014 and feels more relevant than ever. Fifteen-year-old Frankie and her friends must find their way out of quarantine if they want to survive. As the body count rises, Frankie realizes that this is no ordinary quarantine and no one is coming to help. Once infected, the sick become crazed and violent, while fear turns other survivors to savages. And who or what are the mysterious figures Frankie keeps seeing around town? It seems she'll have to unravel the dark truth behind it all if she wants to get out alive... Content and/or trigger warning: This story describes disease outbreaks and contains scenes of violence, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

❝ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ❞ ┗━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━┛ ᴀ.ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍᴏᴄ ᴛʟᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ

Yeji always thought the world would end in fire, or maybe in a flood. But when it came, the end was quiet-broken only by the groans of the dead. They rose in many forms: the stiffs, the lurkers, and the relentless swarmers that consumed entire streets. Humanity didn't fall in a single night. Piece by piece, it unraveled. And survival became more than just outrunning the dead. It became about trust. About hope. About love. And above all...about the ones who remain.

[BOOK 2 - SEQUEL TO WITHERING WORLD] It only takes an earthquake and a breathtaking discovery of enhanced human abilities for Jesse's life to change. WITHER was conquered three years ago, bringing brighter days to Beacontown and its allies. The blue mycelium antidote is now the people's weapon, keeping the disease in its grave. And as a plus, the New Order's friendship has never been closer. But when a war is lost, not everyone wants to accept defeat, especially not the disease that'd almost doomed humanity. A wicked mutation is underway, too remorseless to spare even the ones who have the greatest chance of survival. This new, blood-curdling variant is wiser, stronger and has stolen the very tactic that Jesse uses to bring home the victory every time - teamwork. Now forcing the infected to their side, WITHER taunts at the antidote that no longer cures. What hope is left for the world? ~~~~ -PERSPECTIVES- [JESSE - 1ST PERSON] [LUKAS - 1ST PERSON] [PETRA - 1ST PERSON] ****

I will be posting the story on Royal road.com "Love saves humanity." Whoever wrote that died a long time ago. ​In a world choked by ash and governed by the law of the gun, four strangers stumble upon a truth that shouldn't exist: a map to the origin of the End. They aren't heroes, and they certainly don't trust each other. But as they peel back the layers of a conspiracy that spans generations, they realize the "Great Collapse" was only the beginning. ​Hate keeps them moving. Betrayal is expected. And in the ruins of the old world, reality is the most dangerous trap of all.

The world is a graveyard of silence. For Jade, survival is a daily ritual of hiding behind locked doors while the "Lurkers"-rotting remnants of humanity-stalk the decaying streets below. She is a lone survivor in a world that has forgotten the warmth of the sun, living on borrowed time and dwindling hope. But in the heart of this grey apocalypse, something is evolving. A shadow is moving through the ruins-one that doesn't shuffle aimlessly, but hunts with a terrifying, kingly intent. As the walls of her sanctuary begin to close in, Jade is forced to face the darkness outside. Will she remain a victim of the dying world, or is she destined to become part of something far more powerful? In a land ruled by the dead, what fate awaits a girl who still has a heartbeat? "One bloodline. Two worlds. Zero hope-until now." "The apocalypse was just the beginning of their legacy."

Pieces from other stories; snippets of what could have been in another time, another place, and another world entirely.

Colton, like all residents of the Internment Zone, lives a life never meant for him. He spends his days slaving away in countless hours of gruelling labour for just barely enough to scrape by. Though he may have once wished for more, he's long since abandoned those dreams in favour of keeping his family safe from the crimson gaze of the sentinels. There are only two problems: an ailing sister with the universe in her eyes and an army of titanium overseers growing evermore violent towards dissidents. When an attempt to cure his sister's worsening condition goes awry, Colton finds himself among the ranks of the Sol-3 Independence Movement, and the thought of action forces its way into reality. Hiding from view is no longer an option, not once the sentinels place a target on your back.

Set half a millenia after a cataclysmic event on a far off settled world, the survivors descendants have return to somewhat normalcy, albiet in often almost tribalistic communities. The air has become toxic, with the ability to instantly mutate or even kill whoever breaths it in. Therefore, filtered and clean air has become a commodity, and often the central uniting currency. Without the technology they once mastered, many ancient jobs came back to life, once such job is the Courier. The main character of this tale is one such Courier, a young woman in ragged clothing on the most important delivery of her relatively short life. Apologies for the AI cover, when I have the money I will pay for an actual artist, in the meantime I deal with what i can get haha

Oh, look who's back. Did you really think 'The End' meant the end? ​Admit it, you missed us. Or maybe you just enjoy watching Ragia suffer. Either way, welcome to the Encore. ​It's been a year, and things have gone from bad to 'conceptually absurd'. The Reagalus system is lying through its teeth, the Krall are still a nuisance, and Ragia... well... he's as cranky as ever. Especially since he's still carrying The Pen around like a loaded gun in a crowded room, waiting for the universe to force his hand. ​We are hunting for a ghost of the past. A descendant of M'awoto, and I, your Narrator, will be here to document every sarcastic remark, every plot hole, every nonsensical plot, and every moment the universe decides to break its own rules. ​Sit down and get comfortable. The show isn't over until the fat lady sings... nope... until Ragia decides to rewrite the script. Yeah... Welcome to The Chaotic Fanfare Encore!

Bait glided over the crumbling city, the wind nipping at her wings as her tail curled. Exhaustion pulled at her as she dipped lower and crashed through the roof of something metal. Follow Bait and her ragtag group of friends as they navigate this rundown world and try to put a stop to the Scientists experiments I do not consent to AI anything and don't support AI Podfics or fanart are cool if you ask

Hundreds of years after the Earth collapsed, humanity is spread across the Solar System, picking at the bones of its past. Jimi Phoenix is a vulture, but he's about to get trapped.

On May 15, the sky over San Francisco didn't just bring the Chimeran armada-it tore open the fabric of reality. Plucked from the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, the Imperial whaleship Purity's Vanguard crashes into a world caught in the throes of a global alien invasion. Follow Canoness Valeria Sanctus and her elite Sisters of Battle as they bring the fire and faith of the God-Emperor to a "primitive" Earth. When the zealous Sororitas encounter Nathan Hale and the infected Sentinels of the SRPA, a fragile, bloody alliance is forged. Can the bolter and the chainsword succeed where the science of man has failed? Or will the Chimeran virus-now mutating with raw Warp energy-consume both worlds? Witness the birth of a legend where faith meets extinction.

In Observation of Motion is a body of poems that wrestles with the act of being alive in a world both mundane and surreal, where grief and bureaucracy, faith and futility, intimacy and absence blur into one another. These pieces move like witnesses: they catalog the ordinary and then peel back the veneer to reveal what lies underneath - rot, ritual, memory, God, and the absurd machinery of human systems. Structured as fragments of testimony, prayers, and stage directions, the work explores how the personal collides with the institutional. Grief is itemized like a bill, death is announced in boardroom chants, and survival itself is measured in "resources." Yet within this indictment lies tenderness - apples falling, seeds bursting red, children shadow-kicking, stars stitched into constellations by invisible thread. The voice in these pages is restless and searching. It questions authority while laying bare the internal monologues of guilt, hunger, and longing. It does not seek to resolve contradiction but to hold it - to witness motion, even in stillness. In Observation of Motion reads like both an elegy and a performance - it insists on remembering what systems erase, and on naming what is often left unsaid.

In the future, Worker drones are designed to serve humans. However, the planet suffered a chaos collapse, wiping all of humanity and life. The planet became a frozen wasteland, leaving the worker drones alive. One day, Murder Drones, violent killing machines invaded the planet so the Drones build a series of blast doors to protect themselves. Little did they know, a mysterious, mute drone, who shown to be half murder half doctor came to this world, but they were not what they think they are. All Work belongs to Glitch Productions.

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── Starts Posting April 26th, 2026! ||BOOK ONE in the Fear of the Light Duology|| ≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫ Ninety-seven years after a nuclear apocalypse wiped out nearly all of the Earth's population, twelve clans of humans remain on the ground, each with their own culture and way of living. Lead by the fearsome Commander (a clan member with black blood), their forces are united and unstoppable in battle. Alayna kom Trikru never wanted any part of it. At twelve, she ran from her clan with a secret known only by those who cared enough to look for her. Now, at twenty-one, she lives in the forest with her best friend, Lincoln, and no plans of returning home. Her life has never been simple...but she's never seen a ship fall from the sky either. The twelve clans weren't the only ones who survived the apocalypse...and these new people bring danger with them, according to everything she's heard about them. And yet...she can't help but get sucked in, thanks to a certain Bellamy Blake ≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫ Based on The 100 (Seasons 1-3) CONTENT WARNINGS: Book One contains language, violence & gore, angst, lime, implied sex, drugs, drinking (some underage), and death. If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, this book is not for you. ≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫ Cover By: @AthenaPersephone9 Graphics By: Users Detailed Inside ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

Fifth and final book of the Catalysts Series. Please read other installments first (forgive the first book's terrible writing since i wrote it when i'm really young). ✰ Lena must now deal with the consequences of messing with power she doesn't understand. Depending on her decision, it might be a one way trip, and her one last chance to fix things.

"This will be a romantic story like none ever before." Y/N wasn't all that special. Of course, compared to the other MOTH's he was definitely very noteworthy, but compared to the Flamechasers? He was a nobody. Despite that, he did have plenty going for him. He wasn't ready for the shift in the world, the Honkai invasion threw a wrench in his daily life, but alongside friends, family, foes, and everything in between, he will always have a reason to live, and with a best friend who's equally eccentric as she is tough, two subordinates who are equal parts brash and happy to be along for the ride, and a boss that knows more than he should, join him as he tackles his life.

Above a drowned Earth, the last remnants of humanity drift in the sky-scrap-built colonies stitched from zeppelins, balloons, and other flying contraptions. Life in the clouds is fragile. Gas is rationed. Secrets are currency. And the surface? It's a myth. A dead world swallowed by the flood. But cracks are forming aboard the Empire's flagship. Whispers of rebellion stir below the decks. As sixteen-year-old Finn begins to question the truths he was raised to believe, he's pulled into a web of hidden enemies, forbidden knowledge, and a war that never truly ended. The higher he rises, the more dangerous the game becomes. The sky was supposed to protect them. But something is shifting. And not all traitors hide in shadow. (Cover will be changed)

Ethan Rost was a hero-a firefighter, a husband, a father. The man who ran into the flames so others could live. But when cancer came for him, he took the miracle cure the world called Genesis, the patch for all human rot, the salvation sold in glossy ads and whispered boardrooms. It cured the tumors. It rewrote his cells. It promised forever. It never said who would live forever inside the rotting cage. Now Ethan is a Remnant-mind trapped behind bone and teeth, forced to watch as the monster in his skin tears through the world he died trying to protect. He can taste every scream. Hear every heartbeat before his hands rip it away. And in the static between kills, he finds others, a chorus of broken minds still awake inside their walking corpses. And far below the ruins, Connor Hale, the last scientist who warned them all, hides behind flickering screens and dying servers, fighting to crack the Genesis code before it devours the last hope for what makes us human. He knows the cure was a lie. He knows the monster is awake. And he knows some things should never be brought back from the grave. This is not your regular zombie apocalypse. No safe farmhouses. No cartoon headshots. No heroes with endless ammo and witty one-liners. This is the apocalypse from the inside out, the last fragments of memory and mercy fighting inside the gnashing teeth. THE PASSENGER is about what happens after the infection, after the flesh is gone, when the only thing left worth saving is your soul. They don't die. They don't sleep. And memory...is the only thing they can't kill.