Best Zombie Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

"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.

I sighed wishing they would hurry up and let us board. The flight home wasn't bad, the first class section hardly had anyone in it. I read most of the way home to keep my mind off of Seth and on the Zombie apocalypse. I was obsessed with anything Zombie related. This particular book followed a girl who had been separated from her group and was trying to make her way back. It was actually really good and made the flight go by.

Well, I can spend almost a whole day in a huge bookstore. Angelo picked a post-apocalyptic book about survival and zombies. I’ve seen him watching a zombie television series last time. Maybe he’s into those kinds of books until now. On the other hand, I picked a cozy high fantasy with a low-stakes book. I’ve read a lot of things about this book on the internet. But ever since we moved to the town, it is not feasible to reach a bookstore. This is the perfect time to read the book along with a drink that we’re going to order.

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?

For drinking water, I ordered five hundred jugs and had them moved into the bunker, along with ten high-powered water purifiers. Aside from food, medicine would become the rarest hard currency in the zombie apocalypse. I cleaned out five pharmacies, buying antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine, fever medicine, painkillers, and all kinds of first-aid kits and surgical tools. Finally, I made a trip to the black market and got three military-grade compound crossbows, several thousand steel bolts, two machetes, and a stab-resistant suit. When the last batch of supplies had been moved into the bunker, the reinforced blast door slowly closed.

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.

" I turned and walked away without another glance. Back in the office, I pointed out the window at the world now buried under frost and the bodies frozen solid like statues. "Take a good look. The world’s changed. This is our fortress now. If you want to survive, follow my lead." Rhys nodded immediately. "Got it." Garrick followed, nodding hard. I didn’t take them to open packages. Instead, I headed to the break room and dragged out everything edible I could find, laying it all on the table: half a box of instant noodles, a few bottles of water, an opened bag of crackers, and a couple of shriveled apples.

Hi readers, I really hope you are enjoying the book. I want you to know how much it means to me seeing my book read by you. Firstly, I'd like to ask for your patience, this novel isn't a zombie-only apocalyptic book, as you read on, other elements will be dispensed.

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