Lost Future: Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

My gown split open at the chest, and my chest stung from his claws. 'Annie… help me!' I screamed silently in my mind, calling for my wolf. Nothing. Only silence. Annie was gone. Long gone. And now—even my unborn pups—were in danger. And there was nothing I could do to protect them. The struggle drained the last of my strength. I slid weakly to the ground, my body trembling. Felix's heavy breaths came closer, hot and foul against my face. I wanted to fight, to scream, but my limbs wouldn't obey.

" His words fanned the others' anger, yet the looming threat kept them from wasting breath on him. … Half an hour later, we finally reached the temporary shelter. The heavy blast doors slid shut, cutting off the zombies' roars outside. "At last… We're safe!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Just then, a teammate gasped, "Oh no... I just received word that that was the last helicopter for the day. The military… is abandoning this entire zone!" "Are you saying the military has ended the evacuation and we're stuck in this hellhole for good?" Everyone's faces went pale, and their voices quivered.

Werewolves eat like they’re hollow inside, the hunger gnawing at them from the inside out. An hour later, breakfast is ready. We load the trays, the weight of plates feeling familiar and almost comforting. Kim and I make our way to the dining hall, the vast space glowing under the sunlight pouring through the towering windows, the soft light hits the flowers lining the corners, their petals wilting, delicate – a reminder that everything fades here. I make a mental note to pick fresh flowers later and let myself fall into the chaos of the day.

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

After a night of the cold front's purge, the survivor count had settled at 5,000,211. Another two million gone. The ones who'd made it through had clearly woken up to the game's brutality. [Buying Universal Fuel!] [Buying tires! Mine are almost shredded!] [That monster last night was terrifying. My door nearly got ripped off. I need to upgrade my sports car!] ... Ten minutes later, Jake closed the system. From the chatter, he'd gathered some useful intel. Killing zombies dropped upgrade blueprints, Universal Fuel, weapons, bread, water, razors, medicine...

The entire base sprang into action, with the search teams practically turning the new underground stronghold upside down. They searched every room and every crevice with a fine-toothed comb, from the commander's residence right down to the lowest maintenance tunnels, to no avail. As the days passed, Beckett's condition steadily worsened. He was beginning to show signs of organ failure. Without the deterrence of the serum-reliant survivors hunting them down, the zombies began to appear more frequently outside the base. Everyone's patience was slowly running out. Dad's temper also grew more volatile. He'd even executed several of the search team leaders who'd failed to find me.

"Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?" "It's not that, it's a her. Tonight, call a meeting with the other pack members. For us to be able to live the way we want and also to be able to shapeshift to a wolf even when it's bright, we need to sacrifice the lost blood" he spoke softly, looking around. "Yes Alpha" Dean bowed his head. Elon came across a bar. He stared at it, wanting to go back inside. "Let's go back to the mansion" he said.

Lucas thought for a few seconds and said, "There must be lots of zombies and Dark Race members in the Wilderness, right?" Lora nodded. "To answer your question. The Wilderness is too vast. The zombies and Dark Race members are scattered in different places. "Our place is known as the Northern part of the Wilderness. Most of the zombies and Dark Race members are gathered at the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks." "Then let's head for the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks," said Lucas. Lora was stunned as the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks was the natural habitat of the zombies and Dark Race members that lived in the Northern part of the Wilderness. Throughout the past 10 years, no one h

"Boss, the zombie hordes are basically under control now. Other than Ark Two's outer zone falling and everyone retreating into the middle zone, Ark One and Ark Three are stable. Our headquarters' second defensive line also held against the entire horde. The outbreaks have all been contained." "What about casualties?" "During the two-week-long zombie surge, we lost a total of 8,593 people. Another 57,023 were injured." "Out of the 63 bases, Everpeace Base and Future Base were completely wiped out. Fewer than ten people survived at Blossom Base and Ember Base." Hayley's brows slowly drew together as she looked around at the conference room, missing more than half its people. The ones absent we