Lost Future: Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

Callen says slowly, “are we talking nervously, twitchy, or full-on 'I’m going to eat your brains' twitchy? Because I’ve had a long week, and I’m not surviving a zombie outbreak on top of this.” “Grow up, Callen. Zombies aren’t real,” I sigh. “Yeah, well, neither were wolf shifters a few short years ago for me, but here I am turning into one and co-running a whole damn pack of them. Meanwhile, my girlfriend literally glows and brings people back from the dead. So forgive me if I’m keeping the apocalypse on the table.” Leo shifts slightly beside me, his unease rolling through the air. “He’s got a point… do we even know if they’re still…” He hesitates, searching for the right word. “Them?”

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."

In her last life, all of them had turned into zombies, not a single smile; it was all blood. "Enjoy your day; you don't know if this is your last day of peace," she whispered. The blue screen appeared again; Pixie's voice sounds unusually serious. [Host] [Emotional instability indicated] Seraphina rolled her eyes. "I'm grieving." Pixcy replied, "[Grief decreases survival efficiency]." She laughed bitterly. “I'm human." For the first time, Pixy said nothing. Another blue print appeared. [Main missions updated] Accumulate enough supplies for the next seven days.

They all watched, terrified, but Lucien looked like he was watching an entertaining show. He was never right in the head to begin with. Killing zombies may just become his best hobby yet. Daniel was no different, looking at the grotesque situation from the comms and examining it like a scientist who had just discovered a new species. "A-all units outside are dead," one of the young comms operators stammered, clutching his stomach as if he were about to throw up on the console. "Eaten alive... by those... those zombies." The word came naturally.

"We did that one. Kitchen floor, a lifetime ago, you told me the pathogen wasn't natural and handed me ARBITER like a receipt you were hoping I wouldn't read. I've had population reduction and modelled collapse and containment was never the objective filed and underlined since before the dead stood up. Old news. Grieved." Correct. "This is newer and worse. Whoever wrote DECAY never closed the file. They're still at the desk. And they're counting what they've lost." Yes. "Assets, the transcript says. People say assets when they mean people they'd rather not call people." A pause. Yes. Maya sits with that. Outside, someone laughs in VIBE, muffled and warm and entirely unaware that the machine

I even cleared out several optical shops. I knew all too well the misery of not being able to see clearly. I thought I might be able to open an glasses shop in a safe zone later on and trade them for Crystal Cores. We had killed hundreds of zombies along the way, but after searching the bodies, my group and I found that precious few of them had Crystal Cores. It seems both zombies and humans are at the bottom of the food chain now. I’d have better luck killing a few fish at an RT-Mart!

"Hazel, you know that you have an injured leg. Just wait for us back at the base. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your dad for you." Curtis stood at the farthest back of the team. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. The wave of zombies was a lot worse than expected. The sea of rotten green zombies easily crossed the first level of defense like it was nothing. Curtis' blade was starting to get dull, and the wound on his shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding profusely. He suddenly saw that Dad was being cornered off a cliff by three zombies, and the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. Meanwhile, Archer was also surrounded by another gro

“we will help you, but you will help us also to arrive in the government's settlement!” Becky heard it and hastily replies. “okay we will promise you!” And because of this their group rushed towards the army and helps them to repel the zombies with their old weapons, they can still battle the normal zombies and with their number, they have a chance as the battle continues the numbers of the zombies were clearly being less and to their surprise when the zombies were being slain, they immediately becoming dark crystal without looting It was a sign that a dungeon has been made, they also discussed it. Every time you slay a zombie in a dungeon they don’t need to be looted because they quickly di

December 1, 2050 - Colleti Research & Experimental Facility, Wolfe Creek Crater Western Australia I think my mind is going to explode any minute from now. The news of the zombie outbreak is shaking my whole system, and finding out that the crowd I saw on the ground are actually zombies did not help either. Until we reach our destination, I am as mute as an isolated room in the middle of a desert. Sean guides me to climb down the helicopter and in an instant, the idea of zombies was averted from my mind when I see where we are.

I look around and all I see is greenery and a beautiful sight. At 'Zeon, all I could see was the cemented walls. The only day I could see light was when the investors came by and the management wanted to deceive them. My friends, orphans like me would do anything to get out of there but luckily I made it. After what happen last night, I don't even know if I would ever meet them again. The chirping of the little lovely birds brought me back to my reality. I need to run, run to not get trapped and live a prisoners life again. A tiny bug creeps onto my left shoulder from the rock I was laying on,