Book About Zombie Apocalypse 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.

But the two, that represented sworn enemies, looked at each other with love and walked hand in hand with much affection. They were planning to leave for the land of humans far from the vampires. But humans tried by all means to avoid contacts with any of them. They fortified themselves in the hills of the main lands of Salama and the Barbarian plateaux. They built forts around themselves, and the valleys on either side of the main lands helped them fight off any invading aliens and other intruders.

"How rude. Who raised her in some backwater place? She's nothing like Giselle…" "Mom, don't mind her. I have something important to tell you," Giselle said, pulling Mom aside. My curiosity piqued, I slipped after them quietly. "Mom, Dad, don't be afraid. Everything I say is true…" After they nodded, she continued, "I've actually been reborn. In just a few days, zombies will appear, and the apocalypse will arrive. Many people will awaken powers, but our family won't be so lucky. Almost none of us will develop abilities."

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

The institute that had once been built upon collaboration slowly fractured under secrecy. Then disaster struck. History never recorded exactly what happened. The surviving documents disagreed. Some described an accident. Others hinted at sabotage. Several pages had been deliberately destroyed. Only the aftermath remained clear. One entire laboratory vanished. Hundreds of researchers died. The remaining survivors evacuated the facility. Project Crimson Hunger officially ended. Every surviving document was sealed. Every remaining sample was either destroyed or hidden. Zelios abandoned biomedical research almost overnight. The following decades changed the world forever. Environmental collapse

Realizing that something bad could be happening to her cousin, Lisa sat up in bed and looked across the room at her cousin’s bed The haze had thinned and Lisa could see that Celie’s bed was empty and the blankets thrown to the floor. Lisa switched on her bedside lamp and immediately scanned the room. She was surprised to see Celie lying on the floor near the open windows. A soft cry came out of Celie’s lips which made Lisa’s blood run cold. The words were not understandable yet conveyed pain or anguish. Immediately, Lisa got out of her bed and ran to Celie. “Celie! Are you okay? Wake up!” said Lisa as she tried to rouse her cousin.

"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."

Turns out, all our worries about shortages were mostly unfounded, but I was left with a sour taste in my mouth as I swiftly redirected my mind from the dark direction it’d been heading down. No one my age had popped up out of the woodwork throughout the years, telling me that I was extremely lucky for my dad’s foresight in getting our family to safety, but it also meant that I would ultimately find myself alone at eighteen in a post-apocalyptic environment. It didn’t exactly paint a promising picture of any shred of happiness I could expect to find, providing I managed to make it somewhere safe out there without dying first, that was. I wasn’t sure how my dad had known what was coming or whe

Yet, something held her back. In an attempt to ease her conscience, she asked, “Your community is adept in fighting the zombies, correct? Once I set this virus loose, there will be an increase in numbers.” The oversized woman chuckled. “We’ll simply herd them in the direction of the beasts.” A thought suddenly struck Olga. “What happens when the zombies are eliminated? The beasts are used to dining on zombies, correct?” Dr. Mac shrugged. “They’ve been around longer than anyone really knows and have always managed to find food. The zombie crisis is still young in comparison. I’m certain that they’ll adapt.”