2022 Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I needed to remember what it felt like to face the end and not flinch. The System’s familiar chime cut through the silence. [Incoming Simulation: Zombie Attack Preview] A surge of energy rippled beneath me, and the world shifted. The warmth of the Sanctuary vanished, replaced by biting cold. My knees buckled slightly as the floor beneath me hardened into cracked asphalt. When I looked up, my breath caught in my throat. I was standing in the middle of my city—ten days in the future. Dark smoke coiled through the air, thick and suffocating. Cars burned along the street, their alarms wailing like dying creatures. Buildings that had once stood tall now sagged under the weight of destruction. Win

But when they looked at me, their eyes were filled with contempt, saying my sister generously gave me the multimillion-dollar inheritance and the estate, yet I showed no gratitude at all. They wondered how the Shaw family had produced such an ungrateful brat. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Sharon didn’t genuinely want the convenience store. She only knew that in one month, a zombie virus would sweep across the globe. By then, money would be worthless, while the supplies inside that tiny store would become the key to survival. But what Sharon didn’t know was that in the apocalypse, having supplies meant nothing. The real challenge was keeping them in your hands.

Silas, Liora, and Garrick all stared at her like they were seeing a ghost. Rowan handed her a canteen of water. “We’ve been hiding up here in the mountains for weeks,” he explained. “The city is completely overrun. The zombies are getting smarter. Bigger groups. Harder to kill. Supply runs have become suicide missions. We’re low on everything — food, ammo, medicine.” Natasha took a long drink. The water tasted like metal, but it was the first clean thing she had swallowed in days. Dax rubbed the back of his neck, still looking a little embarrassed. “You look like hell, Lieutenant. When was the last time you had a proper shower or change of clothes?”

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

He told me he would come back for me and wouldn’t be with me because it would be a while before we were together again. None of it made sense. Ryan's words, his actions, nor did that actual zombie attack that happened. Then several months after the initial attack, when the government started falling, rumors that the southern warmer parts were safe is when another I heard another rumor. The Adams were the main leaders of one of the largest zombie hordes leading attacks against the humans. It couldn’t possibly be my Ryan Adams. The name was a coincidence.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

The blandest woman who spoke before still looked freaked answered again, “Because my boss doesn’t have the butler or his charge’s phone so we have no way to contact them, and with the zombies running around we were too afraid to spend the night out here.” Alexander sneered as he looked at their cars which were military grade vehicles, finding it hard to believe that they couldn’t spend the night in those, after all the zombie apocalypse just broke out twelve hours ago and most of the zombies couldn’t even break through a normal door much less a military grade vehicle.