Novel & Cerita Best Zombie Apocalypse Books

Gift’s POV I couldn't move. My feet felt glued to the floor tiles, my eyes locked onto the dark figure standing at the bottom of the stairs. The freezing air poured up the stairwell like an invisible wave, soaking through my blood-stained shirt and making my skin sting. Every breath I pulled into my lungs turned to a thick white mist in front of my mouth. I had read about all kinds of monsters in the web novel, but nothing in those pages had prepared me for this. Zombies were supposed to be rotting, mindless corpses that stumbled blindly toward noise.

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died beli

What he saw made his expression darken. An elderly man who had previously needed a walking stick had turned into a zombie. He was chasing his housekeeper, who was desperately trying to escape, and soon caught up with her, sinking his teeth into her. Nearby, several other people were already fighting for their lives. The apocalypse had truly begun. Breakfast was simple: eggs on toast and milk. After eating, Liam settled onto the sofa and scrolled through his phone while speaking almost absentmindedly.

She wasn't in the mood to laugh. They had a symbol connecting the warehouse to the Black Threshold, a book that recognised something about her, and a warning from the Devil that she still couldn't make sense of. Whatever was happening, it was tied to things they'd barely begun to understand. Ian stared at nothing. "Do you think this is a zombie apocalypse." Amelia stared at him. "The zombies are the least of our problems." she turned to Azriel "Just try not to get bitten" And the first seal was already breaking.

I knew this pattern. In my first life, the warnings had started like this, growing more serious every day while people continued to insist that everything would return to normal. I looked at the date on my phone. The apocalypse was approaching faster than I had expected. And my bunker wasn't finished yet.

she said, leaning against the doorframe, unable to resist, “most people, facing the collapse of civilization, find it clarifies what actually matters. Family. Survival. Basic human decency.” “And what has it clarified for you?” “That I’m deeply satisfied watching you clean a latrine. Genuinely. It’s been a real emotional highlight of this entire apocalypse.” “That’s cruel.” “It’s accurate. Those aren’t mutually exclusive, Adrian tells me.” He muttered something uncharitable about Adrian under his breath, and she left him to his scrubbing with a lightness in her step that hadn’t been there in weeks.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

I didn't have time to explain everything over the phone. In the end, Emmett chose to believe me. "Alright. I'll buy them right now." After the zombie apocalypse descended on the world in my previous life, guns were hailed as the most important weapons when it came to fighting off the zombies. As a result, survivors often fought over them desperately throughout the apocalypse. Zombies couldn't feel pain at all, so normal attacks did nothing to halt them in their steps. Only by putting a bullet in their head could they be completely annihilated.

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.

A crowd of zombies had already poured in from there. As the screams echoed, I switched off the monitors, lay down on my bed, and picked up a book. It wasn't a long read; I could probably finish it in three or four hours. By then, everything outside should be over. … When I closed the book, four hours had passed. It was the longest I had ever spent reading a book. The idea that I'd gained a little more knowledge left me feeling quite satisfied. When I pulled up the feeds again, bodies were scattered all over the safe house. Many infected were drifting aimlessly through the building.