Showing results for "Air" in Post-Apocalyptic

Emily Cotton, a CDC epidemiologist, and Charles Montgomery, a Naval Intelligence general, meet by chance in the thin mountain air of Aspen Creek, Colorado. Both are workaholics on forced vacation. Both are running from loneliness. Neither expects to fall in love. Five days later, they return to their separate lives—and the world changes forever.

An errant encounter with a passing star has flung Earth away from its old Solar System into the dark and cold of deep space. With the entire atmosphere frozen as chemical snow dozens of feet deep, one last family struggles to survive. But what are they to think when they see figures moving in the city ruins? Are Earth's dead coming back to life?

"A Pail of Air” by Fritz Leiber is a haunting and poetic science fiction short story set in a frozen, post-apocalyptic Earth where the sun has gone dark. Written in the early 1950s, this atmospheric tale follows a resilient family struggling to survive in a world turned to eternal night, where even breathable air must be collected by hand. Told through the eyes of a young boy, the story captures the stark beauty of isolation, the desperation of survival, and the enduring hope that flickers in humanity’s darkest hours.

This remarkable tale of the devastation and horrors of an international war was written in 1908—six years before the start of World War I. It describes the results of aerial attacks on New York and other cities in terrifying detail. It is provocative and sadly, prophetic in many ways. In the end, we can only agree with Wells that "it should never have begun".

The night of the plague follows sunset on April Fool’s Day around the world. By sunrise, less than fifteen percent of the world’s population is uninfected. The airborne disease is invulnerable to any air filter or disease barrier. The fifteen percent uninfected are still vulnerable to the disease when spread via bodily fluids as the infected seek to spread their disease. These are the stories of those just trying to survive.

When the dead rose, society collapsed. First went the landlines, then went the cell service. The power died and with it went television, radio, and the internet. In all but the luckiest of areas communications beyond the level of hand-delivered mail and smoke signals were the norms. In the days, weeks, and months following the death of civilization, The Relay rose to fill the void.