How Does Zombie Apocalypse Start Novels & Stories

It was actually a Korean drama set on the Joseon Dynasty and it was about a zombie apocalypse. Throughout the story, it was revealed that the zombie outbreak originated from a plant named, RESURRECTING PLANT. That was the reason why Abby chose that answer, in the first place "FOR THE $25,000- QUESTION.... the answer is------" 'TIP! TOP!' Out of nowhere the pattering of the rain reverberated in the entire studio. The host looked above them to check the ceiling and so Abby did the same as well. 'TOINK!' A small droplet of water fell straight on Abby's face.

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

Either way, I fell hard for him, even if he scared me. When I was sixteen, everything changed. The entire world changed because we realized we weren’t alone. I’m not talking about aliens. Nope, crazy as it sounds, I’m talking about Zombies. Not the slow, dumb kind. It turns out zombies are fast, strong, intelligent, and vicious. Not only do they eat brains, but they will eat human flesh if brains are available. We didn’t get zombies from a virus, a vaccine, or any of the normal things in the books, movies, or TV shows. It turns out zombies come from a mutated human gene that activates after death. This mutated gene is inherited by one's father if he carries the mutation.

On the second day of Apocalypse, the Supermarket Mall is still surrounded by many zombies. They are not the only survivors. There are some survivors from other areas like who hide inside the Gas Station storage room. Fortunately, the station has a gate which prevented the zombies on entering the area. Because of this, they can come and go anytime without the surprise attack of zombies. However, foods and drinks are the main point of survival. They have to look for food in order to accumulate enough strength to fight against them.

The first twenty-four hours of the apocalypse are mostly admin. That is not what movies suggest. Movies prefer running, screaming, glass breaking, one heroic idiot saying “we have to go back” while everyone else silently recalculates their friendship. Maya has running. She has screaming. She has glass breaking. She also has a checklist. At 7:44 p.m., she leaves the warehouse through the rear exit with a backpack, crowbar, pistol, radio, gloves, mask, and the expression of a woman popping out for milk if milk now required route planning and possible blunt-force trauma.

FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE. INITIAL TASKS GENERATED. TASK ONE: SECURE CLEAN WATER SOURCE. TASK TWO: ACQUIRE NON-PERISHABLE FOOD. TASK THREE: OBTAIN A DEFENSIVE WEAPON. OUTBREAK WINDOW:89 DAYS REMAINING. Evelyn stared at the number. Eighty-nine days. Her stomach tightened. Three days. Three entire days had vanished. In her first life, the outbreak began ninety-two days after this morning. Not eighty-nine. The difference should have been impossible.

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

Luke’s head snapped toward the sound, his enhanced vision narrowing in on the university gates in the far distance. “They’re coming,” he muttered. Mira followed his gaze, her face pale. “Already? But we—” A thunderous roar interrupted her, followed by the chilling sight of zombies bursting through the gates. They came in waves, their twisted forms illuminated by the setting sun. “Sound the alarm!” a soldier shouted, his voice cracking with urgency. The camp erupted into motion. Soldiers scrambled to their posts, shouting orders as the ground trembled under the weight of the approaching horde.

It’s been two weeks since the outbreak started. From all of the place they had seen, Byul deduced that the apocalypse has just began. Judging from the few zombies crawling and the unknown cause, it seems the drug still hasn’t been discovered by the government. Though it was disheartening, it is such a relief that there’s only few zombies in the streets. “Fuck!”

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains and spilled across my soft bed. By the time I washed up and headed downstairs, the chef had already prepared breakfast according to my nutritional needs. As I ate, I scrolled through the internet while communication networks were still barely functioning, checking the latest news about the apocalypse. Posts in countless different languages flooded every platform, but they all carried the same emotions: fear and despair. The sudden zombie outbreak had thrown the entire world into chaos. And yet, while everyone else panicked, I remained perfectly calm, leisurely finishing my breakfast before pouring myself a cup of fresh