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.

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.

" 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.

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

Dylan and Leonardo rushed into the room, both shirtless and panicking—they had been awoken by Hazel's scream and were too disoriented to even think properly. "What happened? Did someone try to break in?" Dylan asked as he looked around the room to see if there had been a break-in. "I saw… there were so many dead bodies. They looked so disfigured, like they were brutally killed, and someone kept calling my name," Hazel choked out, her breathing heavy as she tried to regulate her heartbeat. "It was so dark, and then all of a sudden, it was bright, and I was surrounded by so many dead bodies," she cried, her body shivering against Leonardo. "Please don't leave me here alone."