2022 Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.

Probability of Scam Success: 70%. This dramatic increase filled me with immense satisfaction. I quickly closed the system screen and began mentally calculating all the essential survival supplies I could acquire with two billion dollars. I could easily fill my entire 30,000-cubic-meter spatial inventory to the absolute brim with food, medical equipment, and weapons. Though, even that astronomical sum wouldn't be entirely enough to purchase everything required to comfortably survive the brutal apocalypse for several decades. I turned my head toward the side window and watched the bright neon lights of the city blur past through the dark tinted glass. It was only then that I realized Elara was

Evelyn leaned against the car, watching dark clouds gather overhead. “I’m shopping.” “You spent almost two grand at an outdoor supply store.” Right. Shared bank notifications. “You checked the account already?” “Well, yeah. My phone thought someone was building a bunker.” “It’s my money too.” A pause. “Okay,” Damian said carefully. “What’s going on?” The apocalypse. Starvation. Watching strangers tear each other apart over canned soup. Instead, Evelyn said, “I’m preparing.” “For what?” “Winter.” Damian snorted softly. “Evie, it’s September.”

Tinkerbell dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly answered, "There used to be an abundance of zombies in Zombies' Territory but right now, they all are now attacking Southwest ThirtyTwo Base City, and soon, they will be attacking ours." Lucas lost interest after listening to it and thought all of these were meaningless. "Your base city is…" "Our base city is the largest base city amongst the thirty-two base cities, named Nutty Thunder Base City." Lucas was thinking that instead of searching out for zombies, he might as well wait for zombies to gather. Only with that, things would be more interesting. "You guys snuggle in the group," Lucas ordered the Apocalyptic Legion. Then, the Apocal

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

An elderly woman with thin, gray hair growls at me, but as she lunges, a shotgun blast takes off half of her face, spinning her away from me and into the closest zombie, giving me time to scurry back to the roof of the car as they fall to the ground in a tangled mess. Looking around for my rescuer, I find him standing near the trunk of the car. He's a few years older than me, and is not quite six feet tall. His skin is a natural tan color, and he has a really thin, almost scrawny build. His shaggy black hair is greasy, and it has dark blonde roots, meaning that he's dyed his hair in the past-probably shortly before the world ended. From my place here on the roof, I can see the chipped black