Lost Future: Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

My fiance, Leo Parker, cheated on me with my best friend, Jessica Thorne. When the apocalypse hit, they threw me out to be torn apart by zombies. After I was reborn, I spent every last dollar I saved for Leo to build up a stash of supplies. When the zombie outbreak happened again, I finally got to sit back and watch the two of them face the consequences they deserved. … "No! Don't!" I jolted upright in bed, cold sweat soaking through my pajamas.

"You're right, surviving comes first. I do feel a bit bad about the rations, but the rest? Totally useless. What, getting all dolled up just to be eaten by zombies? Since you were so noble, willing to sacrifice all your belongings for the team, I'll thank you on behalf of everyone." "No! My makeup—no!" Eliza lunged toward the window, staring at the backpack disappearing into the swarm as her entire body shook. That had been everything she relied on to maintain her fragile, innocent image in the apocalypse. Without her makeup and pretty clothes, how was she supposed to play the victim? "You did this on purpose, Iris! You bitch—give my things back to me!"

Kristen sighed, watching the numerous zombies hitting the window. Suddenly, there was a crack on the window. It was breaking. "Oh! F*ck it!!" Lia shouted, and brought out her pistols. The others also brought out their weapons. "Die!!!" Lia screamed and started firing. Some were falling but many still had their way. One of the zombies slapped one of Lia's pistols off her hand, and it fell down and landed far away from them. Some zombies who were running around there stepped on it and it broke, disfiguring it.

“Am not here to kill you.” She indicated to the baby. I'm here to prevent him from that.” The baby began crying. All the animals in the bunker shrieked at the same time. The entire building shook. And then Sharon's system displayed one final message. SYSTEM CORE FAILURE. THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN LOST. NEW TIMELINE CREATION: 00:59 Sharon looked at the countdown. Fifty-nine seconds. Then fifty-eight. Then fifty-seven. Alex looked at her. “What will occur when it gets to 0?” Sharon couldn't answer. The original Sharon had already begun to laugh. But something vast awakened under their feet.

" Fred console him and drive off. They go to almost two kilometres away. So many zombies, so many people have turned to zombies. They did not meet any survival on the way, they couldn't watch how those zombies are growling around. Fred started playing music in the van. When they got very far away, where there is no zombie, they get down and buried those corpses. Then go back to the community. When they arrived at the community. Fred call everybody for house meeting and talk on how to produce the vaccine, how to set up all the equipment.

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.