About Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

When the outbreak happened, this place became one of the largest cesspool of undead, just like T City. The Military has once dropped bomb zombies in this place, wanting to recover it so they can use it as another powerful base, but this bombing didn't kill all the zombies, even when they bombed so many times, they weren't able to get rid of the undeads. They eventually gave up, and chose another city to occupy. They no longer want to pay attention to this place, treating it similar to hell. But for Dior and Farrah this place became their safe haven.

"I had no other choice. We'll find her, and after that, I'm done getting mixed up in this mess. I just want to move on, for Melia's sake and for my own, and ensure she doesn't end up hurting someone else." Za didn't respond, only nodding in agreement. I got the message. They emerged from the heart of the Big Apple, where the grandiose houses were mostly dark. The faint light of the streetlamps illuminated their path as they walked down the empty road, devoid of any cars, with only the chirping of insects breaking the silence. Despite the fact that it was almost midnight, the deep darkness made it feel later. Elijah's eyes were fixed on the starless night sky, the moon brighter than he rememb

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

"He knows about us hunters, and about the vampires… he knows too much to pass this off as another ordinary shooting." "And I bet with the city's best hunter turning up dead, they're going to panic." "Unless…" Harley began, breaking off as she thought about what she was going to say next. "Unless what?" "We get there and you two wipe their memory of all things gore and vampire." Mason nodded. "That's doable." "But we'd need a good cover story to fill their minds." "Zander was a local business owner. He got into some bad crowds, and his death is the result of a deal gone bad." Julian blurted, causing them both to turn their heads to him.

Zane was awake, playing with a small knife that his mother had taught him how to hold and throw. Zane saw some figures approaching. Zane could sense that they weren't werewolves. The air was cold and it usually happened when Vampires were around. Zane didnt like it but he was scared of vampires. He knew how easily vampires could kill werewolves. There was fire in some distance and the fire was approaching the palace. Zane panicked. He ran out of his room and banged on his father's door. "FATHER! FATHER! OPEN THE GATE! THERE IS FIRE, THERE IS SALVERN FIRE!"

But the two, that represented sworn enemies, looked at each other with love and walked hand in hand with much affection. They were planning to leave for the land of humans far from the vampires. But humans tried by all means to avoid contacts with any of them. They fortified themselves in the hills of the main lands of Salama and the Barbarian plateaux. They built forts around themselves, and the valleys on either side of the main lands helped them fight off any invading aliens and other intruders.

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…

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"

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.

“Would you rather fight to survive in a robot apocalypse or a zombie apocalypse?” A giggle bursts from my lips and I relax in his hold, looping my arms around his neck and sinking down onto him. “Zombie. My brothers are always playing this zombie hunting video game, so they’d be able to protect me for sure.” I reach to sweep his damp hair back off his forehead, gazing into those dazzling eyes of his and tilting my head in question. “You?” His lips tip into a grin. “Same. I’d rather fight something living. Easier to kill.”