Books About The Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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.”

The rest collectively looked towards Huomei, waiting for her to elucidate. "We went to L city for my birthday party. On the return trip, she said she wanted to write an apocalypse novel. The events that happened now are far too in line with the novel she wanted to write." Huomei answered. Minzhu continued from there on. "First, the people fall asleep, some wake up as zombies. All the rest who wake up have powers of some kind, even the ones who feel like they are ordinary people. Only, for some, it's strong powers like controlling fire, for others, it's really ordinary powers like being able to repair bikes faster, or sew faster."

A lot of the remaining merchandise is scattered around the floor or turned on its side on its shelf, having been overlooked during the first couple weeks of the zombie apocalypse. Aaron holds up a can of horseradish sauce and grimaces before setting it back down on the shelf. We don't have room to carry back any condiments that we don't have much use for. Things like horseradish, relish, or honey mustard sauce aren't a necessity and can't keep someone nourished and alive. Aaron climbs up the shelf to look at the top row, and he comes back down with three dented cans of baked beans that somebody missed. He drops them into my basket with a smile.

The zombie needs nothing much to survive on, they're virus to the community and are seen as an outcast. How would he do this? What if the wolf prince has the book under his custody then he faces death, what if he does not? Then the entire community is jeopardized for the book of witches should never fall into the wrong hands if it does then everyone lives in doom, both he who is to save.

Piper adds. “Oh, come on, Piper, you can’t believe that?” I raise my eyebrow at my friend. “The government has a protocol for everything. I’ve even seen on the CDC website that they have a zombie apocalypse protocol, so I am almost positive that they would have something for this.” “You're right, but I just can’t understand how the people who are supposed to be running the country would turn a blind eye to what is happening. A lot of people have died already. Why would the government want that?”

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money. At 23, fresh out of college, I had been full of ambition, thinking I could make something of myself. Two years later, I had become the bottom of the food chain, feeling guilty for even stepping over a sewer rat. Looking back, I realized: the four of us, the family I had built, had survived together through every hardship. And now, the apocalypse was coming. With the apocalypse, there would come zombies. Strong, fast, countless. A single bite from those teeth, top and bottom, was lethal.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

A crowd of zombies had already poured in from there. As the screams echoed, I switched off the monitors, lay down on my bed, and picked up a book. It wasn't a long read; I could probably finish it in three or four hours. By then, everything outside should be over. … When I closed the book, four hours had passed. It was the longest I had ever spent reading a book. The idea that I'd gained a little more knowledge left me feeling quite satisfied. When I pulled up the feeds again, bodies were scattered all over the safe house. Many infected were drifting aimlessly through the building.