Best Zombie Apocalypse Books Novels & Stories

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. "

and asked me to pour in every cent I had saved since graduation—to build a safe haven for all of us. They swore they and my "sister" would contribute everything too. That we would work together as a family and survive the crisis side by side. I believed them. I emptied myself dry—built the strongest bunker and stockpiled enough supplies to last all of us ten years. And they? From start to finish, they didn't contribute a single cent. On the very first day of the apocalypse, while moving the final batch of supplies, I suffered severe heatstroke and nearly collapsed. When I went to the warehouse to get a can of emergency medicine, Denise stopped me.

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."

But in the apocalypse, water was the most precious resource. Their expedition provoked the horde of zombies and shattered the fragile peace we had built. The zombies were relentlessly hunting us down.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

The most toxic of all metals for vampires. He looked past them, and saw additional layers of bars behind them. He had no doubt now that the savage seven were being kept here. Kyle heard a faint rumbling noise. As he leaned in, suddenly a long, yellow claw reached out of the blackness, towards the bars. This was followed by a hideous face, with long, orange fangs, drooling. He could smell its rotten breath, even from here. Ancient, primordial creatures, the savage seven were too hideous too look at, even for Kyle, and he had to turn away. For a moment, he felt relieved that they were locked up, and he second-guessed releasing them.

Officers, security guards, press agents – the entire crowd parted ways. Humans are too easy to control, he thought. The slightest bit of mindbending, and they scurry out of the way like sheep. A vampire of the Blacktide Coven, Kyle had seen it all in his 3,000 plus years. He had been there when they killed Christ. He had witnessed the French Revolution. He had watched smallpox spread across Europe—and had even helped it spread. There was nothing left that could surprise them. But this night surprised him. And he did not like to be surprised.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I awoke to the smell of smoke curling up my nostrils. Am I on fire? I look around me to find the source of the smoke but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. Everywhere is dark and empty. Hollow even. Where am I? I’m sure as hell this not the room I fell asleep. This is not even a room, it’s like a black hole. Did I die in my sleep and go to hell? Is this what hell looks like?

“Why the hell not?” What the fuck have I got to lose? The man already took everything from me; all I have left is my life. Besides, it’s not much of life, and if he kills me, then he’ll put me out of my misery. “Meet me out front in twenty minutes.” After a shower and changing into jeans and a green woollen jumper, I meet the girls out front. Harper drives us to Meadow Wood, which is a huge clothing store in Zidiah. We don’t have to worry too much about humans; we rarely see any in Zidiah. Those we do see are mated to shifters.

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.