2022 Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

She asked. "As far as we know, those are no more people. They are zombies" I said. "We are all gonna die," She said as she sank her butts on the couch. "Not if we stay inside," Ambrose said. "For how damn long?" She asked. "Well... till they find a solution probably," I said. "See, I've watched a lot of Zombie movies, and most of those movies ended without getting a cure!" Hannah said. "My parents are in Florida, I have no idea if they're fine" She muttered.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

Matt complained while slumping against the wall. He pulled out his comm to see if he could contact rescue. But in the next moment, his face went completely pale as the latest news report came in. "Fynora will have continuous heavy rain for the next month. As rain increases zombie mobility and attack strength, the safe zones will not send rescue teams to this state…" The news reporter chirped on, "But do not worry, residents have already been relocated and there are no new zombies…" Clara clutched her makeup bag to her chest and shrank into Ryan's arms as my squad trained their hateful gazes at her. Ryan held her tightly.

'Stalker Zombie' (Horde) detected moving rapidly to your location, triggered by Kevin’s propaganda! [Warning! 'Superior Mutant Formula Project' has activated a 'Mass Mutation Wave' across the city!] [Effect: Risk of random mutation for all biological entities increased (20%)!] Random mutation?! Bima’s eyes widened in horror. ZF-BOSS, who had been quiet, suddenly roared from afar, back at the vlogging studio. His roar was filled with insane enthusiasm. Mmmph... Apocalypse... Propaganda... Global... Threat... Final Boss Content! I... I... must... record...!

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare. Yet here they were, reacting to the apocalypse like kids being promised a trip to an amusement park. It was a bizarre, surreal realization: even though I was a time-traveling survivor with a system running in my head, I was somehow the most sane person in this room. ​I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, holding his manic, bloodthirsty gaze, and opened my mouth to speak. ​"Zombies," I said, my voice deadpan and chillingly serious. "It's going to be a zombie apocalypse."

After Julian died, the horde in the hallway did not leave. The dozens of zombies devoured every bit of Julian's flesh and blood, but they still lingered outside the penthouse. They could smell a living person through the crack under the door. Bang! Bang! The zombies began throwing themselves against the front door. But by the thirtieth day of the zombie apocalypse and a month of neglect, with Julian's frantic pounding and the zombies' relentless attacks, the door finally gave way. Metal groaned under the strain. And then…

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”