Books About Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

He wanted to say something but it seemed the words were too big to utter. "My heartfelt condolences to everyone who lost someone to the wicked act of this notorious city hunter. We will no more call her the city hunter. That will be like praising a criminal. She is a zombie" Mayor Mount took a deep breath. "And zombie should not be allowed to exist within our society. Zombie kills, they are all about apocalypse. She wants to ruin us. We will ruin her before she ruins us. I urge everyone that ever comes across the zombie killer to inform the security operatives immediately. Do not harbor the zombie killer. She is our enemy. An enemy of Newland" Mayor Mount said as closure and walked out of th

With these, my parents could also awaken their abilities, and we would truly have the power to protect ourselves in the apocalypse. "Damn it... I took care of those two bastards, but I forgot about you." The bald leader was about to rush up and smash the door when a deafening roar suddenly echoed from the alley entrance. The fresh smell of blood had attracted an even larger group of zombies. Countless zombies surged forward like a tide, their glowing red eyes particularly eerie in the darkness. "Boss! Zombies are here! Run!" Terrified, the remaining henchmen dragged the still-frenzied bald leader away.

"Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!" Mason's eyes widened and he shuddered at the thought of the hundreds of vampires, each with their own skills and strengths, being free to walk in the day and potentially make the city rain with blood. Harley looked at him worriedly, with a pleading in her eyes that he knew he couldn't ignore. As much as he wanted what was best for her, it was best to get to those vials before Demitri could get his filthy hands on them. If they failed, then what followed would be grimm. "We have to move. Fast!"

But the bombs barely did any damage. Worse, one of the zombies had actually picked up a grenade and thrown it back at them. If its aim had been even slightly better, they would’ve been blown to pieces. At this point, the only reliable way to kill zombies was still destroying their brains. I frowned deeply. Just during the first week of the apocalypse, I was still able to burn large groups of zombies to death by detonating abandoned cars. And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them.

"Okay! I know I'm heartless, I know I'm not a good man, but please and please, please let me go with you. I have nothing left here okay." Those that survive in that community everybody pack their things and run out from the community. Then the head of the family go with Fred. They drove off, going to the lab. On their way going, they saw so many zombies. But not scared of it, because it couldn't bite them. They just drove and pass. they plan were ruined. All their plan before, was to dig a big hole and draw all the zombie into the hole, then burn them, so that they can destroy them all.

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.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

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!"

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.

A hundred years ago, the zombie virus broke out, and the end of the world began. 70% of the human population turned into zombies, and the human race neared its extinction. As the apocalypse approached, humans also began awakening their genes. The humans and zombies fought, but there were too many zombies. All humans could do was build base cities to protect humans. … “There won’t be any zombies in this hospital, right?” Lucas York gulped. It had been ten days since he had traveled to this parallel universe.