Best Zombie Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

When Vespera Nyx discovers that her husband has stolen all her money and properties, she believes nothing could hurt her more. But he proves her wrong when he abandons her during the zombie apocalypse and proposes to her best friend, the woman she trusted like a sister. Left with nothing in a world filled with the undead, Vespera fights to survive. Before her death, she reads a novel about a woman who suffers the same betrayal during the apocalypse. The woman loses everything to her husband and best friend before being killed by the very people she once loved. But fate has a cruel twist waiting for Vespera. She opens her eyes again, only to discover that she has transmigrated into

As she emptied it, she finally understood why there were no people or zombies in this area. In the corner of the warehouse, piles of bones and rotten flesh were stacked. It seemed the mutated zombie had not only eaten human flesh but had also devoured its own kind. No wonder it had reached the bottleneck of level two in just a few days after the apocalypse. Consuming crystal cores from other zombies also benefited them. This was why, just a few years into the apocalypse, most zombies had already evolved, and the lowest-ranked ones were at level two. Cannibalism was one of the harsh laws of survival in the apocalypse. Even humans killed each other to obtain crystal cores, let alone soulless z

I headed straight to the back wall, where rows of tools hung on hooks. "Shovels," I said to myself, pulling one down and testing its weight. *In the apocalypse, a shovel is a great weapon. Guns run out of bullets. They're loud and they bring more zombies. But a sharp shovel never runs out, and it can dig, chop, and fight.* "I'll need a lot of these." I moved to the next aisle. Baseball bats. Hazmat suits. Gas masks. Thick hiking boots. Waterproof jackets. Sleeping bags rated for freezing cold weather. Camping stoves. Water filters.

The child was safe. The walls had held. The parasites were gone.She didn't feel triumph. She didn't feel vengeance. She felt the quiet, absolute stillness of a woman watching a closed equation resolve itself.Adrian Blackwood was dead. The man who had pushed her into the monsters in another life had been torn apart by the very same creatures. The ledger was balanced.Maya picked up her tea and took another slow sip. She looked at the digital clock on the wall.The red numbers glowed brightly in the dim room.The apocalypse had begun.

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

That had to be the only answer. But then, I heard someone call out my name. I was definitely losing my mind. I spent the next two hours wisely. Using the money I had, I bought myself clothes that wouldn't just cover me but also help me through harsh conditions. Did I mention that without the sun, Sloradath would turn into a frozen city? And that made it worse because the zombies thrived in cold weather. Heat wore them out but without the sun and without gas, how could people fight against them?

Diana said, "Absolutely right it is. It's like a shady young adult novel. I'm amazed the scientist doesn't have an unkempt, raggedy mustache to twist with his fingertips while he mocks us." Peter, Ricky, and I all burst out laughing. I've read a large number of young adult fiction over the seasons, and it does seem like a comparable example at the moment. A bunch of young people joined together to withstand the zombie outbreak as well as the collapse of civilization, despite the fact that most of us were exactly the sort of individuals who would be the ones to die first if it occurred in real life. Furthermore, there seems to be no lack of relationships that were comparatively easier off not

Then I got into a lackluster department, and then passed some kind of government exam. Yanlong barely retrieved the bead when she heard zombies roar. There are quite a few. What the heck? In every zombie novel she read, university boys are very over eager to kill zombies and escape their fate. Why are her university mates so cautious? She crawled away from the bathroom extremely fast. A fireball burst through one of the false ceiling boards for a moment. Yanlong held the first available nuclei and absorbed it. It's water nuclei, with talent leaning towards moving water.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."