Books About The Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Her right thigh was gone and the road was covered in blood. Cole avoided the woman and just kept driving. "Curse those drug addicts. They even spread the virus. Why can't they just hide in a cave?" said Chito. "I can't even imagine that the zombie apocalypse will come true," said Cole. My two older brothers kept talking there while Coco and I were just quiet here in the back. "Shit," Coco silently sighed as he looked ahead of the car. "Oh, shit," Cole and Chito said at the same time.

Malcolm Jameson stood in the doorway of his penthouse suite and looked out onto the Manhattan skyline. He was hungry and irritable. If that oaf, Peter, didn’t arrive with his dinner soon, he’d eat him instead. He’d seen so many changes in his four hundred years of vampirism, but none so great as the way mankind buried knowledge and facts about the supernatural and magic world in mythical tales and lore. Had that not been the case, he questioned if he and his vampire family would still be around. Modern equipment and science had progressed to the point they could easily track them down and kill them. Of course, first, they’d have to believe they existed.

As soon as they arrived in the classroom, Arthur shouted, "Guys, something crazy happened at the main gate. A guy is making a ruckus at the gate and when the guards tried to him, he suddenly attacked and bit the arms of one of the guards." Their classmates immediately gathered around, "What? Seriously? Is that for real?" Lily said puzzledly. "Well yeah, I'm not making a tale, you'll be hearing it from all across the school very soon." Arthur clarified. "Since you said that the guy bit the guard, maybe he's a zombie?" John, one of their classmates, said, "That's the only possible thing I can think of." "Or he's a vampire disguised as a human?" Raven joins the discussion, "Why would he bite so

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

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

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.

“Megan’s story about the woman wanting to build an army to overthrow the government is just that, a story. Oh, the old woman was working on building an army alright - as are others - but it isn’t to over throw the government. In the darkness of the shadows of life, a war has been raging for centuries. It is between the zombie leaders and the vampires.” When I gasped, he raised his hand to stop me. “Don’t get hung up on the vampire image you find in movies and books. Nor the zombie image, for that matter. They aren’t like that. Just like advanced zombies can blend in with society undetected by the average human, so can vampires.

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

"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."

This was the blood of a kindly old man who grew tomatoes, and the sheer, wanton cruelty of it, the vivid, screaming red of it, made the world tilt on its axis. I felt the breakfast I hadn't yet eaten rise in my throat. Just because I had killed zombies, it didn't mean the sight of blood, real human blood spilled in atrocity, was getting any better to handle. If anything, it was getting worse. It was a reminder that the greatest monsters in this fallen world were not always the ones who moaned and shambled, but the ones who could still scream.