2022 Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

He's watching too. "Somebody's been watching us both," he said, quieter now. "Which means whatever's happening at that facility tomorrow, it isn't a coincidence that she wants us there to see it." [TIME UNTIL EVENT: 6 DAYS.] The words dropped into my head flat and cold, right on schedule. For once they didn't feel like a countdown to the apocalypse. They felt like a countdown to something a lot closer than that.

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.

Her gaze fell on the young man in the middle—head down, stiff, pale hands hanging awkwardly. Soon, he came to. "What happened to me?" "You drank too much, that's what!" "You're useless! You didn't even drink that much!" "Work stress, I guess. I'm heading back." "Heading back? No way! Keep drinking! Let's get wasted tonight!" The group laughed as they walked off. Hayley's eyes darkened as she watched the scene. She checked her phone and noted that today was the 9th. In her last life, the zombie outbreak started on the 11th. The apocalypse would happen on August 11.

Her hand grew cold. “Vibrations,” Amanda whispered. Raymond's gaze moved toward the ground beneath them. “Could that be related to why you were feeling nervous?” he asked. Amanda stared at the phone, unable to answer immediately again. “I don't know,” she admitted. But this time, the words frightened her. The signs were appearing outside her mind now. They were becoming real, visible, and impossible to dismiss. She could not look away. Dead fish had been the first sign. Then abnormal tides. Then missing boats. Now people were reporting vibrations. Amanda's grip tightened around her phone as the pattern formed in her mind.

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. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

Brie sat with wide eyes. No way. No way was this real. On the computer screen, flashed four big words. "THE WORLD IS ENDING." She scrolled through twitter, seeing tweets on how to stay alive. Apparently, it was a virus only caught if the body fluids of a carrier entered your body. Brie glanced at Adam, thinking about his wound. What about Melissa? "Okay... Focus." She patted the desk and continued to read. Hopefully, there'd be something helpful, something to keep them alive. She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago.

"Unfortunately, a virus was accidentally leaked from a microscopic biology facility, and the infection's propagation has become widespread. Anyone infected with this virus will lose their sanity and transform into something resembling a cannibal. This virus has been reported to spread in the human body for around thirty-six hours. Symptoms include coughing, sneezing hard as if you have rhinitis, excessive weariness, dehydration, and yellowing of the body's skin. This is to inform you that you should remain in your homes till further notice is given. Avoid interaction with anybody and try not to go out as much as possible. The rescuers will arrive at any time and take you one by one. Just wai

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

The entire time we walk in silence but I know Dante has something on his mind. He absentmindedly touches his lips, licking them, grinds his teeth together, and keeps looking back. I pull him to a stop, and I want to know, what is he doing? “Something smells wonderful,” he whispered. I remember the monster in the forest. I tell Dante a half-life and a truth. I found a monster with delicious honey, I ate him, and now he is gone. Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight.

On the second day of Apocalypse, the Supermarket Mall is still surrounded by many zombies. They are not the only survivors. There are some survivors from other areas like who hide inside the Gas Station storage room. Fortunately, the station has a gate which prevented the zombies on entering the area. Because of this, they can come and go anytime without the surprise attack of zombies. However, foods and drinks are the main point of survival. They have to look for food in order to accumulate enough strength to fight against them.