I would like to read a post-apocalyptic novel (the apocalypse

>>9230097
The Road

>>9230097

If you want it to remind you of Fallout I'd recommend A Canticle for Leibowitz.

>>9230102
>>9230135
Funnily enough, both of these are on my to-read list... Too bad I suck at making decisions

>>9230150

The Girl With All The Gifts is also relevant. It starts out really hauntingly beautiful for the first two chapters and then turns into a pop genre-fiction sort of book. But it's worth reading.

>Walking the wastes all day long, fighting off ghouls and mutant insects
>Happen across abandoned building with its door unboarded
>Been nearly a full day since finding food and clean water, and since resting my feet
>Carefully enter the building
>Air is thick with dust and balls of lint
>A jukebox stands intact just inside the door
>I brush off a layer of dust and press it on--the brightness of the lights catching me off guard in the dusty darkness
>An old folk song about love echoes through the silence
>I take away from the jukebox and head to the kitchen
>Once in the next room, I scour the refrigerator, finding a warm sarsaparilla
>The kitchen table nearby slightly covers a skeleton picked clean over the years
>I look away quickly and return to my seat, savoring the crisp, sugary taste and careful music as I rest
>Shuffling upstairs catches my ear
>Quickly drawing my revolver, I slowly start for the second story to a closed door where the sounds escape from behind
>Pistol at the ready, I slowly twist the handle before bursting the door open
>Immediately a giant cockroach scuttles at me from inside, it's oversized mandibles glistening and flexing as it's antenna wave frantically
>I shudder and unload a round into its mouth
>I crush its body after to be sure it's dead
>Should've used something besides my only good shoes
>I notice a footlocker at the foot of the bed in the room
>It's locked, but I quickly jig it open
>Inside there lies some small toys, a teddy bear and a collection of children's books and crude drawings of a small family
>A few of the screws in a toy car look salvageable, so I take the car and look away from the rest before taking any more time to think about it
>I return back downstairs to the table where I left my drink
>Without sitting down I take a sip, pocket the cap, and abandon a few mouthfuls in the bottle before heading to the exit
>The song fades
>I look at the jukebox a moment before turning it off, and returning to the wastes

>I have no intention of these stone walls being my mausoleum
>That scab wearing the hardhat warned me, and I should have listened
>It's been nearly 20 minutes now since I've heard back from Veronica
>I've tried radioing her twice over my pip-boy when I could afford the noise, but all I got back was sta-
>Heavy padded footsteps begin to stumble into my ears
>Each rhythmic step grows louder, becoming accompanied by talons clacking against cement and a deep, guttural breathing
>Carefully I dim the glow from my pip-boy and pull my sleeve down to shield any remaining light
>I may be nearly ten feet off the ground while in the operator's cabin, but I know that's merely eye level for the beast
>As quiet as possible I slouch further underneath the cobweb laden seats and ready my rifle
>I check to be sure the cartridge is fully loaded
>It is
>Just as I'm about situated, the steps approach the cabin
>Razor sharp fangs the size cazador stingers lead a gaping maw into my sight, dripping with fresh blood and clumped with tufts of blonde hair
>I stifle a cry
>Veronica...
>Fucking monster
>With tears blurring my vision I watch the beast stop, pointing its moist nostrils to the air and lightly scraping its bull-like horns against the metal of the vehicle as it sniffs around
>I've heard stories of them smelling prey from over a mile away
>I'm less than a meter
>All outside sounds begin to fade into the deafening pounding of my heart
>I lift my weapon's sight to my my face, steadying my breath as I aim the crosshairs directly over the creatures piercing eye
>For a moment everything goes quiet, and still
>I think of my mother and father before we were forced into these forsaken wastes
>And of my son, waiting for us to return home with a warm meal and smiling, tired faces...
>I hope the Gunderson's will take you in if I don't make it
>I love you son
>In a flash, everything from the present comes roaring back
>I pull the trigger

>>9230135
I would like to second Canticle. It may just be my favorite book.

>>9230097
Surely you've heard of Metro 2033 since your're grounded in gaming

One second After, it's about an EMP attack against the US

alas, babylon
earth abides
a canticle for liebowitz (though i think it's not nearly as great as people make it out to be, especially given the time it was written)

>>9230229
>>9230238
This is fucking awesome. Please write a full length Fallout fanfic. I'd read the shit out of it.