Post-Apocalyptic Fiction Books

The Fifty-Fourth of July

Alan Edward Nourse

Matthews climbed to his feet and walked slowly over to the edge of the rocks where the camp was situated. It was on the edge of the desert, and down below sand and sage stretched for miles in the pale..

Slaves to the Metal Horde

Stephen Marlowe

Johnny shrugged, feeling the weight of a knowledge and wisdom beyond his years. "I am twenty-three," he said. "I was an infant when the War ended. Yet my father could teach me certain things and other..