Postapocalyptic Stories

The world did not end in an instant. It ended slowly-quietly-like something dying while still pretending to live. Serein Valdez learned to survive in that silence. Not because she was strong, but because she paid attention to things other people ignored. She learned how to move through ruined cities, how to avoid danger before it showed itself, and how to stay invisible long enough to live another day. She never planned to get involved with anyone. Especially not him. Leviandro Solenne is the kind of man who survives without asking permission from the world. Former military. Controlled. Detached. A man who moves like every decision has already been made long before it happens. When Serein finds him surrounded in the ruins-outnumbered, cornered, seconds away from death-she knows she should walk away. She doesn't. That single moment binds them in a world that punishes mistakes and calls attachment a weakness. He doesn't trust her. She shouldn't have saved him. But in a place where survival is no longer about strength alone, but about choice, instinct, and consequence- leaving each other becomes harder than surviving the world itself. And when the quiet finally ends, what's left behind is not just destruction. But the things they were never supposed to feel.

It's been two weeks since Dr. Kelson's death. Samson is alone in a world where he is no longer king of the wilds. His life is changed for the better when he saves a woman who takes him back to her settlement.

Rain keeps falling. Deep in the Grey Zone, the Abyssals are evolving. Hunters Ronan and Lyra accept a routine mission, yet find themselves caught in a greater tide - missing hunters, dead merchants, a stirring breeding ground, and a vow that was never fulfilled three years ago. This is not a tale of heroes saving the world. It is the everyday life of the hunters in Grey Town, and the rain.

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.

Humanity was on the cusp of a golden age before the unprecedented war of the world. Within a few hours the old world was no more, from the ashes a new world was born. New peoples and nations rose from the ashes along with a new threat. A threat no nation nor the combined might of Earth could defeat. The peoples of Earth were forced to leave their home world. Making a strange new world their home, while making new friends and dangerous enemies. Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY nor any of its characters.

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]]

🥇 1st Place - Best Prologue (Whispers Beneath the Ice mini-awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (Enchanted Grave Awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Villain (Starfish Awards, 2025) ⸻ ✧ ⸻ Beneath the earth, the sun is only a memory - and its light is no longer free. The powerful have bottled it, priced it, and called it holy. Every flicker, every breath, must be paid for in Lumen. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where the air tastes of rust and hope is a dangerous thing. Her mother taught her to keep her glow low - to survive unseen. But when the light inside her begins to stir, Lucy's secret could unravel the order that keeps their divided city alive. High above, in the marble halls of the Halo, Prince Cassian Soleyne uncovers a secret among ink and dust - a forbidden lineage that could unmake the order he was born to protect. His duty is to snuff it out: his heart tells him to save it. As rebellion brews in the dark and doubt kindles in the light, their paths will cross - and together they will awaken a fire long thought dead. A Radiant who could bring back the dawn... or burn the world to ash. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ His guest merely nodded sharply. "Until next time, mister Briar". With that, he turned and marched toward the door - his colleagues followed him close behind. Lucy could hear their footsteps fade away and relief washed over her. As soon as it did, the lanterns of the chandelier rattled softly - the Lumen danced for a split second, as if celebrating. But that was enough. The agents abruptly turned around, having seen the shadows on the floor - slowly, they aimed their emotionless gazes skyward, staring at the chandelier. "Tell me, mister Briar", the captain spoke, his eyes still fixated upon the lamps, "Does your Lumen always malfunction like this?" The Lantern Man tapped with a finger on the desk. "As a matter of fact, sir - yes, it does. It's still an old batch: it flickers all the time. I ought to get it replaced soon".

NOT THE TRANSLATOR NOR AUTHOR AlternativeTitle:我在末世当城主 Author:Yu Qiongbao Rimu, 钰穹汘里目 Translator: miaomielle Song Xingcheng discovered that he was a cannon fodder supporting character in a novel... What's horrifying is that this novel is an apocalyptic story?! He was about to lose his carefree and comfortable days, his beloved braised chicken that he loved to eat... All of it was going to be gone! Fortunately, a golden finger descended from the sky, and he became the lord of the city. From then on, wherever his hand waved, Residential buildings stood tall, farmlands extended, factories roared, technology soared... Song Xingcheng not only once again enjoyed the blissful days of collecting rent until his hands went soft, He also captured a man who could cook braised chicken! He Qianshan: My braised chicken recipe is passed down from my ancestors. Come into my bowl quickly~ Lively and adorable city lord focused on infrastructure, shou x overbearing in protecting loved ones, marching into an arsenal gong

Resident evil gone wrong... When a virus had escaped a lap in the 1960s, preventing raccoon city but causing a worldwide outbreak. Cities ravaged by bombs, families torn apart, but who comes out on top? Umbrella. Saved confinement areas, controlled by umbrella. Schools made for stolen children, rebellions and criminals killed so their flame of insurgents wouldn't spread but little did umbrella know that a flame isn't so easily snuffed out. Follow as Y/n works her way through discovering everything she thought she knew was a lie and she helps the insurgency crumble umbrellas grasp on the world, but along the way she finds love in unexpected places and... sides.

The water made her. The water never let her go. Brooke Kowalczyk has three things on her mind: her best friends, her relay team, and the IHSA Girls State Championship at FMC Natatorium. November 15-16, 2024. Two days that will define her senior year. She doesn't know they're also the last normal days of her life. Six months later, a virus called TSJ reaches the United States from Europe. It spreads through bites and blood. It turns the dead into something fast, aggressive, and hungrier than anything Brooke has ever faced. The military calls it an outbreak. The internet calls it the zombie apocalypse. Brooke calls it the end of everything she knew. But she's a swimmer. She knows how to hold her breath when the world tries to drown her. She knows how to keep moving when every muscle screams to stop. She knows that the water doesn't care about fear - it only cares about the weight you bring into it. From the suburbs of Hinsdale to the flooded ruins of Chicago to the frozen shores of Lake Superior, Brooke must navigate a slow-burn collapse that doesn't happen in a single explosion - it happens in phone calls that drop and never reconnect, in neighbors who disappear in white vans, in the silence when the power goes out for good. She'll lose things she never thought she could lose. She'll discover strengths she never knew she had. And through it all, the water will hold her. Or it will pull her under. The only question is: how much weight can she carry?

This world's races are gone, all of them, something yet unknown made them cease. What was left, is a world where they once lived, for the horned to inherit. Nero has no interest in any of it, he has a place he just needs to find.

This is the story of the end of the world-as I remember it. It was nothing like we imagined. Nothing like what our minds could have conjured. This story isn't meant to be frightening, exciting, humorous, or scientific. It is simply what truly occurred.

Post-apo story about a man trying to live his life without dying a grusome death

The rifts don't announce themselves. Neither does she. Exiled to a city that doesn't know her name, eighteen-year-old Kobayashi Miyu builds her life the only way she's learnt how; alone, efficient, and without complaint. Study. Work. Survive. Repeat. And somewhere in the city she was casted out, so is he. This is a story about the things we carry when no one is watching, the bonds we build when we've stopped expecting them, and the monsters that remind us, some threats don't come from the Abyss.

"Civilization has nearly fallen as Blood Storms swept through major cities, monsters of the bloody shadow followed in the storm and killed all that got in their way. Cities are massacred and the storms rage across the planet." It is a two hundred years later and the world has slowly recovered. The might Blood Storm that once covered the entire planet has fractured into thousands of smaller Storms around the world. The countryside is constantly ravaged by Blood Storms, no one goes in them unless they want to travel to another city. Unlike the countryside, cities have a chance to rebuild but mistrust and violence over resources have made it hard for them to come back together. Totalitarian groups formed from old military remnants, promising to save the world but secretly want it to stay fractured just for their own gain of power in the seat. Groups formed outside these cities, fighting for survival, Raiders attack in the night and melee becomes the new combat norm. Storm Sickness ravages large populations. They are discriminated against and hated against, considered a different race other than humans. Sanctuaries formed to protect the sick. The Kreed sit as the only group that can stop the Rymar's advance against the Sick. And in all of this mayhem, murder, chaos and misery, Kade Malken and Rovan Kreesh's stories shall unfold.

Do your past mistakes define you? After being left behind in the rapture, Lara Lessu begins to travel the post-societal collapse world filled with those not worthy enough of being taken to the paradise. Loneliness is everywhere, but to Lara's luck, she is not alone with Namu Pala and her cat, Neppy, accompanying her in the journey. Pond, Pillage, and Unreal arc have been weekly releases. Going forward, each arc will be released in a bulk every some months. The story in total will have nine arcs. ATTENTION! If you didn't pay attention to the tag last time, the story has been marked mature as the story contains mature themes related to mental health that could push the story to be 'mature' by Wattpad's standards, but I would say it's fine for a 16+ person to read it. Started: 26th of April, 2024 Ended: ??? Special thanks to https://www.wattpad.com/user/SmugMemph for contributions to the story! And special thanks to @tatsudraws.bsky.social for the story visual in chapter 82!

What would you do if you woke up in a dead world- and someone started knocking at your door? Nova Quinn has survived alone for nearly four years. No people. No voices. No signs of life. Just a ruined city, a journal full of days, and four silent crows watching from a wire. She's the last one left... or so she thought. One morning, there's a knock on her door. No footsteps. No faces. Just a voice-whispering her name. A name no one should know. Now, the silence isn't safe anymore. As Nova begins to unravel the mystery behind the knock, she discovers footprints where no one has walked, reflections that move on their own, and journal entries she never wrote. Someone-or something-is watching her... and it remembers the world differently than she does. The deeper she digs, the more the rules of reality twist. And behind it all waits a final door, knocking from both sides.

When a classified military experiment fractures reality, Alrescha Sterling-a rural physician-is torn from her world and cast into another: a dying realm abandoned by its goddess and left to rot beneath the weight of human greed. The skies are fractured. The land is poisoned. Civilization survives only in fragments, clinging to its final breath. Rescued-then claimed-by the enigmatic Inquisitor Ariston, Alrescha is given an impossible role: to become a priestess capable of healing a god on the brink of extinction. The promise is simple-restore the god, and her deepest wish will be granted. But instead of a path home, Alrescha is given a task. To gather the last remaining divine herbs: Each one tied to forgotten miracles, dangerous relics, and the fading memory of a forsaken god the world itself seems determined to erase. Now hunted by the desperate Seclyr Order, she is forced into a role she never chose: The Apothecary of a dying god. Yet the deeper their journey takes them, the more reality begins to fracture. The herbs respond to her touch. The world begins to heal in her presence. And the Inquisitor-always smiling, always watching-feels less like a guide and more like something waiting to be remembered. Because the cure for this broken world is not merely the herbs. It is a ritual. A bond. A choice. One that could restore everything- ...or cost a god what little remains. The Cure for a Dying God EllenKnightz, 2026

???: "To anyone listening who has not been infected, this is a message from the Environmental Logistics & Solutions Enterprise. As you are keenly aware, our dear Earth has seen better days before the Great Desertification. And to make matters even more dire, our own attempt at combating it has turned against us. This planet is beyond our control, and beyond our help. Which is why we have taken to the stars for a fresh new start." "By the time you've received this -- we, among the rest of humanity's remnants, have set a course for the identified exoplanet Si-[**static**] confirmed to support life. As for you and anyone else unfortunate enough to've been left behind, our organization has left a parting gift to help mitigate this global ordeal. And so, we ask that you be well-advised." "If you happen to come across any carrier of the Absolute Zero virus, direct skin contact is to be avoided at all cost. It cannot be treated, and despite our best efforts, there is no known cure. So in terms of safety precautions, long-ranged heat-based weaponry is highly recommended; Flame throwers, explosives, lasers, etc. But keep in mind that they can only slow them down, not kill them outright. The cold from within will not allow that." "Furthermore, hiding from plain sight is not a viable option. They will know where you are. Not by your tracks, but by-[***static***]-atter-[***static***]-verall survival strategy is to stay as far away from the carrier as possible -- and allow our trusted St. Helio units to intervene. Rest assured, they will keep them subdued. And if all goes according to plan, the virus we created will spread no further." "Those of you who remain here have our deepest apologies. As well as our sincerest hope that you may persevere, just as human life has done since the very beginning. Farewell, good luck, and Godspeed. This world rests in your hands now." [*****static*****] Joleen Marzé: "... ... ..."

The year is 2085. It has been 45 years since the world descended into a full-on nuclear war, an event also known as the Unhappening. Countries no longer exist. Instead, in this setting, the Wasteland, which was once Eastern Europe, is riddled with factions inspired by real life extremist groups, each clinging to their own perverted and degenerate creed, hence the title of this book. Our protagonist, Alex, and his gang of non-conformists must learn to survive in this new environment. Will he be successful?