Apocalypse Zombie Novels & Stories

Unlike now, UVirus is still unknown, and then we couldn't grasp the situation anymore because its effect wasn't just death, but a zombie apocalypse. In this year, the zombie apocalypse was just fiction, something that is used for Sci-Fi books and movies to add spice to the plot, catch a reader or watcher's attention, and is used for entertaining, so no one expected it as the effect of the UVirus. But then now here it is. We are just lucky because we are here in the facility, safe and sound, while the people outside are suffering, struggling to survive, and run for their lives both from the UVirus and zombies.

A lot of the remaining merchandise is scattered around the floor or turned on its side on its shelf, having been overlooked during the first couple weeks of the zombie apocalypse. Aaron holds up a can of horseradish sauce and grimaces before setting it back down on the shelf. We don't have room to carry back any condiments that we don't have much use for. Things like horseradish, relish, or honey mustard sauce aren't a necessity and can't keep someone nourished and alive. Aaron climbs up the shelf to look at the top row, and he comes back down with three dented cans of baked beans that somebody missed. He drops them into my basket with a smile.

A journey to an unknown destination, a place where we have for years taught about where we called… paradise. It started with the man eating kinds among us but worse came from there to a point where you either get eaten up or you are turned into a human eater. We watched the transubstantiation of our kinds into another form of which our eyes had never seen before what looked like a replica of our own self but apparently different in look and in the way they behaved. It was a reverse of human kind and no sense of compatibility. Their skin was pale and looking white, I could see their eye balls gulp inside its socket letting you see the very shape of the balance of the eye zone, and the layers

Jayden could hardly believe it. Molly was equally shocked, a mix of awe, fear, and embarrassment washing over her. She hadn't doubted Jayden for even a moment. Were it not for Ray, she would have been hit in that instant. Her gaze instinctively sought Ray, filled with a burning curiosity. Ray smiled faintly. "Although he's wrapped in thick layers outside, he's actually wearing a down jacket underneath. He wasn't at the hospital when the apocalypse struck. He came after." No explanation needed. The apocalypse began on June 1st. Who would wear a down jacket to the hospital in early summer? It was impossible.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

" His words fanned the others' anger, yet the looming threat kept them from wasting breath on him. … Half an hour later, we finally reached the temporary shelter. The heavy blast doors slid shut, cutting off the zombies' roars outside. "At last… We're safe!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Just then, a teammate gasped, "Oh no... I just received word that that was the last helicopter for the day. The military… is abandoning this entire zone!" "Are you saying the military has ended the evacuation and we're stuck in this hellhole for good?" Everyone's faces went pale, and their voices quivered.

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.”

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

People still checked phones with no signal, locked doors that ghosts ignored, and argued about property lines while the dead waited politely on the sidewalk. The strangest part was how ordinary fear became once it had chores. A man could be terrified of his dead wife in the mirror and still ask where to put donated blankets. A child could carry incense with both hands and complain it smelled like old homework. No one got used to it. They only got better at moving before fear froze them. Zhao Feng's burning whistle dragged him back by the ankle. The living survivors saw it on every incense flame. For the first time since the apocalypse began, gods looked afraid of human law.