Lost Future: Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

Zhask fell gently into my hands and I was horrified when I heard gunshots in the room but it seemed so far away now. The swirling light was taking me somewhere far away and I saw Elvon jumping towards us too. I couldn't find Lylion and I had no idea if he ever survived those gunshots. But as we turned in a daze inside the white swirling light, I caught a glimpse of his back at us, and another person diving in after us screaming. Was it Mark or Adam? I didn't know. I couldn't be so sure. And my head felt so dizzy now that I couldn't think properly anymore. I closed my eyes and tried to feel Zhask in my hands.

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”

Geoffrey lies on the pallet and sighs as he can finally relax. I grab the jug left beside the bed, thanking God that I do not have to walk down the flights of stairs to refill it at the well. Then something catches my eye. One of my fingers gripping the handle is black. OH FUCK! I recall Geoffrey coughing behind me earlier, and I glance at my wrists, noting the open wounds from where the rope dug into them. I caught the worst of the plague, septicemic. My blood has been poisoned, and I will die in a few hours. If I was back in my own time,

“June, I’ll charge and draw the zombies away. You take Poppy and get out of here! Head for the Northern Base! No… go to the Southern Base and find my uncle and the others!” Castiel refused to look out for us, and Lucian was unreliable. Only my uncle, currently at the Southern Base, might be able to save us. But June refused to budge. “No, Eira, I’ll distract the zombies. You take Poppy and run! I’m heavily pregnant. I won’t get far…” Just then, a zombie smashed through the air-raid shelter door and let out a bloodcurdling growl. More zombies poured in immediately after. Seeing the dire situation, June stepped forward and used her body to carve a path for us.

And I was going to find it. Dorian met me at the northern border, where the rogue had last been seen. He had called for two warriors to join us—Talon and Reed, both experienced trackers. I wasn’t sure if they were here to help me or babysit me. “The last known sighting was here,” Dorian said, kneeling beside the clawed-up dirt. “But we lost the scent trail.” I scanned the area, my heart pounding. The dense forest surrounding Blood Moon’s territory stretched endlessly, and the further out we went, the more dangerous it became.

" There were some things Marie left unsaid. Fate was a twisted thing. After the crash, Jonathan forgot everything and everyone, except Eloise. He would mumble her name and wouldn't let go of their old photo. He refused to stay anywhere but the villa they once lived in. Sharon added with a sigh, "There's more, Lou… Your parents died in a fire." In reality, Helena had been spiralling for a while. She had been guilt-ridden whenever she recalled how horribly she had treated Eloise. Fights with David became a daily occurrence, and the company slowly fell apart. One night, things went too far.

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

I initially thought my teammates would welcome me, and my wife would hug me, but instead, the vehicle's door was firmly locked. Roars belonging to high-tier zombies came from every direction. Overhead, micro drones trained their cams on me, showing the camp's survivors how wounded and in despair I was. Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse.

My voice was soft, yet each word pierced the heart, "Hans, do you know that you pushed me into a horde of zombies in my past life?" His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. "W... What are you saying?" I did not answer but only nodded to the skipper. The speedboat's engine roared, accelerating away. Behind me came Winnie's piercing scream, followed by Hans's desperate curses. "Clarissa! I'll haunt you even in death!" I did not turn back. The sea breeze brushed my cheek, carrying away the last tear. My new life was about to begin. Back in the safe zone, everyone was enveloped in a deathly silence of despair upon hearing that the final vaccine was gone.