Novel & Cerita How To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse Book

"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.

I would remorse him for that. But this apocalypse… this zombie outbreak made me realize a lot of things. That in times like this, there’s no room for humanity anymore. You shouldn’t even give a hundred percent of your trust to other people. And if you want to survive in this chaotic world, you need to do everything. Even if it’s the exchange of breaking your own beliefs and principles. “But I think you’re personally right. What you’ve said earlier, it does make sense,” Justine added as he smiled at me.

I wouldn't fight zombies head-on. As long as I had enough food, I could hole up in my apartment and survive. One extra day was a win. With that decided, I wasted no time. I joined the chaos of looters scavenging for supplies. Society was collapsing. Everyone was scrambling to find the strongest pets to survive. I used the confusion to slip into the supermarket warehouse, carrying out hundreds of pounds of rice, flour, and cooking oil in batches. Nothing on the shelves escaped my haul. Even my tiny, secondhand car couldn't hold it all. I stocked half my apartment with drinking water alone.

" A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I could feel my muscles rippling with power. I clenched my fist and threw a quick punch that cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind. Perfect. The first night of the apocalypse was off to a peaceful start, but I couldn't let my guard down because something even more terrifying would come after the freezing doomsday—the zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the side of the road would soon stand back up with twisted limbs and bite anything they saw. Garrett's family was surprisingly lucky. They managed to ditch the car and retreat to their high-end apartment complex, but the water, power, and gas were cut. All that fancy interior de

But it was the last place with survivors still standing. Ara had lived here her whole life. She knew every back alley, every shortcut, every building the zombies had not yet claimed. That knowledge was the only thing keeping her alive most days. Just as they thought they had managed to escape the zombies, a new set of zombies came rushing out from another street with force, running towards them. Once more, they ran. Ara, exhausted, starving, and injured, kept forcing herself forward because Ryan was waiting for her at their hideout. A heavy backpack filled with food, medicine, weapons, and supplies bounces painfully against her back while a fresh zombie bite burns beneath her sleeve. She kno

"No can do, Your Majesty. You need to give us a direction first. Everyone would only become hungrier if we run around like headless chickens and come back with nothing." No one wanted to die of hunger, and they thought I had a point. So, they turned to Queenie and made the same request. Queenie was panicking, her back drenched in sweat. Then, her eyes lit up. "There's a hill straight east, and the base is covered in mushrooms! We can forage for those! And there's a field further east. It's something the previous survivors left." She smiled smugly. "See? Told you they'd forgive us if you'd just apologize."

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."

I rubbed my forehead gently, feeling a little throbbing in my head that made me a little dizzy. I could barely tell if it was day or night as I gazed out the window. But each day was dragging me closer to the apocalypse. And as strong as I felt, even with better vision that I could see people walking from kilometres away, I didn't know if I was ready for it. If I was going to not only survive the apocalypse but also take in survivors who would have nowhere else to go. With a sigh, I was about to make my way downstairs when a crazy thought clicked in my head and my lips curled into a smile.

But one thing was for sure: nobody messes with my pancakes. ~ During the journey, there was an awkward silence between my parents and me, after the little spat we had at home. I didn't even know what to say to them to break the ice. So, I put on my headphones and shut my eyes, hoping to escape the tension. Suddenly, I felt someone was hitting me. "Go awaaay you agent of disturbance, go awaaaaaayyyy," I grumbled, annoyed at the sudden disturbance. Then it began to rain, but it didn't feel like any ordinary rain. It was weird, almost eerie. The world started shaking, and before I could process what was happening, an earthquake hit us. I muttered a silent prayer for safety.