Lost Future: Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

“But I am your shield. If we stand together, we don’t just survive, we rise.” They cheered, but she felt the weight behind their voices. This wasn’t hope. It was desperation. Among them stood her childhood friend, Kael, who had once believed she died in the fire. His eyes now held pain and something else. “You look just like your mother,” he said quietly. “She was the one who stopped the first uprising.” Emily didn’t know if that gave her courage or dread. But Kael offered his sword. And that mattered. As twilight fell, Lila returned with news, her scouts had seen the Bonefire army. They weren’t just wolves. They were corrupted spirits, some half-formed, others dripping in rune-marked armor.

Riska said, "Yours and Lia's wounds haven't fully healed." "I can endure it!" Bima snarled, "We have to finish this now!" He pulled Lia and Riska toward the gap. "Damn you, worm!" Kevin roared, reaching for them, but he was too weak. The Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS was still recording from above, his eyes gleaming. Mmmph… dangerous infiltration… into the monster's core! This is… end-of-the-world content! They slid into the gap, into the deeper darkness and the increasingly pungent stench.

What she failed to see was that it had all been hard-earned through my own efforts and sacrifices. Over the years of fighting alongside Shawn, I knew exactly how he thought. I told him straight, "In 13 days, the zombies will appear. The serum from the Westfound lab has leaked, and the world is about to face a crisis." As expected, Shawn looked at me like I was crazy, but he didn't outright call me insane. "You're Shawn Decker. Your parents are district commanders, and your grandfather is…" I raised my finger, pointing to the top. "He's the second-in-command."

Lyra The sunlight slapped my face, but the heat in my veins had nothing to do with the morning. I’d been awake for hours, staring at a dead signal on my phone, tracking the last known coordinates of the Thorneveil battalion. The map glowed faintly on the cracked screen, a blue line stalled just beyond the Dead Zones—industrial wasteland, old borders soaked in radiation and wolf blood. “He crossed the border at 0400,” I said before my mother could even step into the room.

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

She watched as the zombies pulled out her ruined kidney and swallowed it in one bite. In the end, she got exactly what she wanted and died in that penthouse. The penthouse was covered in a sea of blood. I sat in front of the control panel in the underground bunker and looked at the mangled remains scattered across the screen. Then, I calmly reached out to shut off the screen. More than a dozen screens went black at the same time. As they went dark, all that hatred and betrayal were swallowed by the end of the world. I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak.

Fondness points: -800] [Lukey was scratched by a zombie. Fortunately, I had medicine with me. Fondness points: -500] [Jeffrey smiled at me today. Fondness points: +10] [Shoved into a swarm of zombies for the second time. Everyone said I was useless. Fondness points: -400] [Shoved for the third time. Fondness points: Depleted. System execution: Activated] [I watched over this city for three years, but everyone wants me dead.]

Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her. Ruth knelt amid a mountain of zombies and blood. Her entire body was drenched in blood, and the crimson glow in her eyes was beginning to fade. That was a sign of an ability user pushing past their limits and on the verge of losing control and turning into a zombie. The comments exploded into panic. [No! Ruth’s about to turn!] [Run, PC! Once Ruth loses control, the first person she’ll kill is whoever’s closest!] [What a tragic ending. Is this the karma for using someone’s feelings?]

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b