Living My Best Undead Life In The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

Valencia’s hand met the table with a thud, “And do what? Wait tables? Mop floors? How do they plan to survive the human world?” Dominic’s reply was plain and simple, “Just the way they were before they turned. All of us were humans first and changed into werewolves later. Yes, some of us were born in the vicinity of other lycans but it isn't hard to live as a human.” Her heart skipped a beat. What if Gerald thought this too? What if Dominic wanted to be with humans as well? “And what do you think?” Dominic took another sip as he stated, “I already live a human life as a real estate businessman. I have spent two hundred years living a double life, I could try changing gears for some time.”

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

They both release an audible sigh, and Barbie even rolled his eyes before he said what was on his mind. "You don't have a concrete plan and still dared to tell us that you can protect her?" he exasperated. All of sudden, we heard a loud noise of groaning from the undead as if they are singing a creepy-ass chorus about the zombie apocalypse. The sound of them dragging their body parts down the hallway of the hospital with their flesh falling apart from their body, the spitty hiss they make as their decayed teeth, yellowed and full of pulpy bits of bloody flesh, snap as they try to bite off their prey is just too disgusting to witness.

Which was probably why Rowan was still alive. "We've been through a lot." Eli laughed softly. "The apocalypse is cheating." "What does that mean?" "It means normal people don't trust each other this quickly." His smile faded slightly. "But nothing about this is normal." The afternoon passed quietly after that. People worked. The compound breathed. Life continued. For a few hours, it almost felt sustainable. Almost. As evening settled across the ridge, Evelyn climbed the tower stairs alone. The sky had darkened beneath thick clouds rolling in from the west.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

“I got your messages…this morning. I’d gotten a call from the hospital yesterday letting me know that you had passed away. I was devastated. Checking my phone wasn’t the first thing on my mind. How are you here right now? You were dead… they said you were dead. Murdered. But you’re not. You’re not murdered, are you? Wait, does this mean you’re a zombie? My brains are off limits, you don’t want them.” “No Mads, I’m not a zombie. I’m fairly certain that I am not dead. I might look it though. I haven’t even checked myself in the mirror yet.” As I said that, I started walking over towards the mirror in my hallway. Oh. My. God. I looked like I was wearing clown makeup, my skin was so pale. I h

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"