Apocalypse Z Audiobook Novels & Stories

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

Chapter 143 ~ Zombie apocalypse ELIJAH's POV I wanted Kylie to take a nap in the room, but she said she'd only do that after meeting Jason, and she knew both him and Mitchell were doing okay. "What's up, you sounded like there was an apocalypse." Jason said when he entered the office and Kylie and I exchanged looks. "You have no idea mate." I said as he took a seat, wiggled Kylie's toes. "You alright?" he asked her and she nodded.

"We did that one. Kitchen floor, a lifetime ago, you told me the pathogen wasn't natural and handed me ARBITER like a receipt you were hoping I wouldn't read. I've had population reduction and modelled collapse and containment was never the objective filed and underlined since before the dead stood up. Old news. Grieved." Correct. "This is newer and worse. Whoever wrote DECAY never closed the file. They're still at the desk. And they're counting what they've lost." Yes. "Assets, the transcript says. People say assets when they mean people they'd rather not call people." A pause. Yes. Maya sits with that. Outside, someone laughs in VIBE, muffled and warm and entirely unaware that the machine

After they nodded, she continued, "I've actually been reborn. In just a few days, zombies will appear, and the apocalypse will arrive. Many people will awaken powers, but our family won't be so lucky. Almost none of us will develop abilities." Mom touched Giselle's forehead. "You're not running a fever. Why are you talking nonsense?" Dad's face was red with anger. "Giselle must be upset because of Selena's return, and now she's completely lost it. I'm sending her away immediately!" Giselle grabbed his arm desperately. "Dad, don't make things worse. There isn't much time. First, we need to buy lots of food for the house, then some essential daily supplies…"

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.

After a moment, I finally spoke slowly, "Brother Evan, I didn’t mean to hide this from you. What I’m about to say might sound a little strange." At this point, I trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it into words. Mom placed the fruit on the coffee table and handed each of us a strawberry. "Just say it. It’s all over the news now. How much longer could you have hidden it from him?" "I was reborn," I continued. "In my past life, the apocalypse began on December 12th. I only survived for two years!" "The apocalypse? Reborn? Not a war?" Evan Olson was stunned. His entire worldview shattered.

The elegant walls of the suite felt like they were closing in on me, echoing with phantom screams of the dying. I blinked rapidly, forcing the terrifying vision away until the modern room restored itself. My knees felt weak, and I walked back to sit on the edge of the plush bed. "This time will be completely different," I vowed quietly into the silence. This time, I would be prepared for the end. I summoned my system panel, watching the translucent blue screen materialize in midair. My eyes dropped to the bottom corner where the apocalyptic timer was ticking down mercilessly. 87 Days, 6 Hours, 12 Minutes.

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."

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 iridescent eyes were pleading. "Don't listen to him, Reader!" Hope shouted. "If you stop now, the Auditors win by default! Keep reading! Help me write the Final Chapter! Help me turn the 'Apocalypse' into a Grand Opening!" The screen of your device began to flicker between two colors: Obsidian Black and Sea-Foam Green. A prompt appeared, vibrating with the energy of a billion souls: THE NARRATIVE IS AT A STANDSTILL. WHICH PATH DO YOU FUND?