Book About Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

It was no use after all the zombie apocalypse started in 12 hours so there wasn’t too much to be worried about. At midnight the next day, the first zombie was caught on camera when a reporter at the rosewood park reported on a woman being bitten and was then bitten by the woman herself, that the entire world fell into chaos. That’s how she ended up becoming Caleb Carter’s most important person in the entire team he gathered, and now she was looking up at another big chested idiot, god why are there so many of these bitches running around? ****

“Heh. Bet he won’t ever hurt his pride.” Without looking back, Byul made his way on the street. The dirt road was filled with the evidence of massacre. There were lots of corpse lying on the ground and the rotten stench could be smelled even from a mile away. Ah this is it. The outbreak of the apocalypse. Byul lifted his head and inspected the place. Judging by the sight, this was a normal Zombie thriller movie. No mutation, no abilities, just pure hug-loving zombies. Although it was only his suspicion, Byul still felt that everything doesn’t add up.

That's why he can foresee the future of the world and this power must have been awoken because of the accident. Zhi Yin didn’t stop talking, He starts to mention signs and events before the zombie apocalypse began, and the tragic situation after the outbreak. Thirty days before the zombie outbreak, The temperature became colder and colder as it lasted for fifteen days and the people can not even have time to be accustomed to the cold weather when the temperature immediately rises which lasted for another fifteen days before the temperature and weather return to normal.

All day, I hustled for cash and apologized, trailing Snowy and cleaning up whatever he wrecked. At twenty-three, fresh out of college, I'd been all ambition. I was gonna be somebody. Two years later? Bottom of the food chain. I felt like apologizing to the sewer rats. Still, the four of us stuck together. Survived every crappy day side by side. And now the apocalypse was coming. Zombies. Strong. Fast. Everywhere. One snap of their jaws and you were done. Sure, my cats could take down chickens, ducks, mice, rabbits. Feed them wolves, whatever. Didn't matter. They couldn't shield me from zombies.

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”

She summoned him with her hand to follow her out of the room. She’d barely closed the door behind herself when Ebenezer began to speak with breathless urgency. “That evil boy of mine has my great, great, great, great, grandson. ’Tis time to call for help.” To her sorrow and dismay, he told of his frustration over being helpless to do anything for Edwin and Tim when they were taken by Malcolm’s vampires. His voice choked with emotion when he relayed how Tim’s neck was snapped just before he was about to give Malcolm the information that Edwin so stubbornly refused to give. She shuddered as he told of the vampires draining Tim’s blood before taking him to a pig farm in the Hamptons and tossin

Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare. Yet here they were, reacting to the apocalypse like kids being promised a trip to an amusement park. It was a bizarre, surreal realization: even though I was a time-traveling survivor with a system running in my head, I was somehow the most sane person in this room. ​I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, holding his manic, bloodthirsty gaze, and opened my mouth to speak. ​"Zombies," I said, my voice deadpan and chillingly serious. "It's going to be a zombie apocalypse."

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

I was back in the office. On my phone screen, the call was still ongoing. It was Delilah. The calendar read 8:00 a.m. on the morning of the day I died. Her impatient voice continued from the other end. I cut her off. "Go to hell." Then I hung up and blocked her. I didn’t seal the warehouse immediately because there were still hundreds of employees and drivers in the compound. I switched on the internal broadcast system. "Emergency notice! We’ve received a confidential alert from higher authorities. There’s a highly contagious mutated flu outbreak in this area. All non-essential personnel must evacuate within one hour. I repeat, this is not a drill!"

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.