Lost Future: Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

“Most of us have known each other for years, so I guess it’s time to tell you some of my story. I can not mention my pack as it will put me in danger and tied to the reason I left. When I was fifteen, I had to leave for my own safety, and as of this moment, my pack thinks I’m dead. If they knew I was still alive, they would hunt me down.” Rebekah’s eyes filled with pity and concern, but Shaun ignored it. After being on his own for so long, he didn’t need or want people’s pity. He lived the last few years gathering information through rumors and stories from travelers, someday planning on returning. Now, it was time to go back. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Shaun. I didn’t realize how much you

I needed to remember what it felt like to face the end and not flinch. The System’s familiar chime cut through the silence. [Incoming Simulation: Zombie Attack Preview] A surge of energy rippled beneath me, and the world shifted. The warmth of the Sanctuary vanished, replaced by biting cold. My knees buckled slightly as the floor beneath me hardened into cracked asphalt. When I looked up, my breath caught in my throat. I was standing in the middle of my city—ten days in the future. Dark smoke coiled through the air, thick and suffocating. Cars burned along the street, their alarms wailing like dying creatures. Buildings that had once stood tall now sagged under the weight of destruction. Win

" 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

Fred call everybody for house meeting and talk on how to produce the vaccine, how to set up all the equipment. Head of the family gave them space in the community they set up the equipment there after setting it. Some drugs and they're food are running out in that community and they need a zombie to use for the experiment. Jane, Fred, Cassandra, and Harrison. Left to look for food and drugs, and also try to capture One zombie. All of them head straight to the south. When they got to south, Fred and he's companion look for the biggest pharmacy in the south. They found one, there's no zombie around the door and it was locked. They force it, to opened and get inside, packed all the drugs and wi

A pack? Yet I couldn't dismiss the idea completely, not when Bonnie and the whole village believed in me so vehemently. My head started to throb slightly at all the thinking. "That was strange" Orion says as we enter my house. I look at him with puzzled face. "Having a human funeral" Orion adds simply. "What do you mean? Don't you bury your dead?" I ask him. Genuinely curious about his statement. "We burn our dead on a pyre built by their loved ones, at night under the moon. We don't use coffins so that they can ascend" Orion says smiling.

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

The teenage cashier stumbled through the mud beside Evelyn, breathing so hard he sounded injured. “My mom’s still in the city,” he gasped. Nobody answered him. What could they even say? Civilization always died in layers. Phones first. Power next. Then people. The survivors finally slowed inside a shallow clearing surrounded by towering evergreens dripping rainwater from black branches overhead. Everyone looked destroyed already. And this was only the first night. A middle-aged man stepped forward suddenly. “We should go back to the highway.” “No,” Evelyn said immediately. The word came too fast. Too certain.

They have turned everything against us and into their favor. My camp is slowly rebuilding, and we’ve made it pretty far south. Almost to what used to be Mexico. There is said to be a human fortress at the furthest point in Mexico that has survived any zombie attacks. Still, then again, the zombies don’t go that far unless they have to. We are heading to that fortress that offers hope. I’m not holding out hope, not at all. I’m not even sure what the hell I’m surviving for at this point.

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.