115 Zombie Novels & Stories

*TRIGGER WARNING: This content contains suicide, you're a sensitive reader please skip those parts! ZION Time, a concept that never lasts no matter how much you try to save it. To me, time flew by so quickly mainly because I was keeping myself busy for the last week and a half. This coming Friday night would be the Halloween dance. Apparently, every Halloween there's a festival in town. All the citizens were already preparing for the said festival, Halloween itself would be this coming Saturday.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.

Delilah thought she’d found a way out and rushed straight in. I raised my hand and slammed the emergency close button beside the door. The heavy alloy door began to shut, slowly sealing her screams and curses inside the subzero cold. I leaned against the freezing metal surface, listening to Rhys’s anxious voice crackling through the radio. I pressed the button. "I’m alive. Just took out the trash." The first month after the final battle, Rhys and I became the only two living ghosts in the entire logistics park.

No one had visited this place in a long time; even just one visitor… was enough to make his heart rejoice—rejoice because it signaled that someone still remembered this place. BOOOOMMM…. BOOOOMMM…. Graooor! “Damn it, this really isn’t easy. How can there be zombies carrying bombs in their hands? Who created these zombies?” asked Xiao Chen as he ran, chased by so many zombies. And the zombies’ madness was making Xiao Chen dizzy—because every time he destroyed one, ten more would appear, ten times as many as before.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”