Best Zombie Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

"Okay but a zombie apocalypse - come on, that's the basic answer. If you think about how the world can realistically end, I don't think zombies are the answer." I shook my head in disagreement, "It is very true, actually. There is a ton of scientific reasons that prove a zombie apocalypse could actually happen." Noah scoffed in disbelief, "Yeah? Like what?" "A number of things. Brain parasites, neurotoxins, real rage virus. It's all possible." I argued firmly. "You're just saying things that have happened in movies." Noah retorted, his voice light and amused. I shrugged my shoulders, "Doesn't matter. That doesn't stop it from becoming reality."

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?

And he had to do it now, before Kevin and his Superior Fitness Mutants destroyed all hope, and he would see it all, as he pulled out the Indomie Global Recipe Book, searching for the recipe that would slap the face of Kevin’s propaganda and transform the Stalker Zombies into secret agents of balanced nutrition. A crazy idea that would shake the foundations of Kevin’s power and restore sanity to this post-apocalyptic world!" Bima finished the sentence in his head, his eyes scanning the pages of the Indomie Global Recipe Book, which somehow felt heavier in his hands.

The images I had been fighting all day were breaking through the dam of my will. The bodies laying on the floor, burnt to a crisp. The smell. Oh God, the smell. It was in my nose, in my throat, coating my lungs. Amanda covered in blood, not her own, but the blood of the man whose throat Carlos had slit to save her. The bullet holes peppering the walls around us, the sound of them zipping past our ears like angry hornets. And then the zombies, spilling into the chaos, drawn by the fire and the noise, a nightmare compounding a nightmare. I was almost there. My door was just at the end of the hall. Twenty feet. It felt like twenty miles. I could see a place to be alone, to be silent, to fall ap

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

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

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.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "