Dystopian Fiction is one of my favorite genre. When you consider what dystopian fiction is, we have to look at the definition. If you are a fan, you probably already know it.
Dystopian Fiction Definition:
A dystopia (from the Greek δυσ- and τόπος, alternatively, cacotopia, kakotopia, or anti-utopia) is a community or society that is in some important way undesirable or frightening. It is literally translated as “not-good bad-place” and synonymous with the opposite of utopia. Such societies appear in many artistic works, particularly in stories set in a future. Dystopias are often characterized by dehumanization, totalitarian governments, environmental disaster, or other characteristics associated with a cataclysmic decline in society. Dystopian societies appear in many sub-genres of fiction.. Wiki HERE
Dystopian Fiction Book:
The world as we know it today has fallen apart as a result of a horrendous genetically engineered weapon having been unleashed upon the USA. Over 90% of the population died or became dormant flesh and blood eating beings akin to zombies. More Info CLICK HERE
Dystopian Fiction Book Sample:
Porter hadn’t tried to attack me. Yet. That was always the first symptom. The infected had an insatiable urge to spread the disease. Just in this one room alone there had been dozens of infected that broke half the bones in their bodies trying to get either in or out between those bars. Maybe even hundreds and who would know? I didn’t know for sure if there were any other villages, or any other cages, but it made sense that this story would be about the same everywhere. Every now and then it was just a big mistake. Or someone was immune. Searching my memory though I couldn’t think of anyone by name, but hoped that if there was one, that name would be Porter. — My Sweet Infected Chapter One
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Dystopian Fiction Sample:
The village was about the same as ours in many ways. The streets were a roughly square grid. The prison cell caged bunker seemed like an afterthought. Before the end there was probably no need for one. The shadows shrank as the day progressed to noon. In a hundred huts on a dozen ancient decayed streets there had been bodies and blood. We’d burned the bodies, and the parts, and wiped down the chunkier streaks of blood. The brown stains were still there though.
The backpack finally came out from under a narrow cot. Beside it were some boots that might fit Linda and make for better hiking than the thin house shoes she’d worn. I flipped the cot over and there was a small nylon bag with telltale lumps showing. I had found some bullets. It was the first sign of any type of weapons that I’d run into. I wasn’t imagining it. There had been some weaponry, but now nothing. Except these few bullets. A pair of thick wool socks hid along the corner next to the leg of the cot. She would probably be a lot more comfortable in the boots with thick socks. — My Sweet Infected Chapter Ten