Post Apocalyptic Zombie Books Novels & Stories

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I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

Behind her, the sound grew louder. She had gone to fetch supplies from an abandoned store in the outskirts of the city that evening. There, she met other survivors. Just as they were about to leave, one of them had unintentionally alerted the zombies, bringing their attention towards them, and now they were running. Food was almost impossible to find now, as survivors were killing each other over scraps, and the military had abandoned the city entirely. Every street smells like blood, smoke, and rotting flesh. The city had become entirely deserted, and inhabited. Every intake of air felt like chemicals and blood that burned the back of her throat. She'd gotten used to it over the past five y

All day, I hustled for cash and apologized, trailing Snowy and cleaning up whatever he wrecked. At twenty-three, fresh out of college, I'd been all ambition. I was gonna be somebody. Two years later? Bottom of the food chain. I felt like apologizing to the sewer rats. Still, the four of us stuck together. Survived every crappy day side by side. And now the apocalypse was coming. Zombies. Strong. Fast. Everywhere. One snap of their jaws and you were done. Sure, my cats could take down chickens, ducks, mice, rabbits. Feed them wolves, whatever. Didn't matter. They couldn't shield me from zombies.

Inside, most of the books stayed dry. Cyrus had never been much of a reader in the old world. In the age of smartphones, patience came cheap. Reading demanded effort and time, time better spent scrolling through short skirted influencers. Now the internet was basically dead. He rarely even touched his phone anymore. Thus, he figured he might as well borrow a book or two to pass the time. Maybe it would help keep whatever remained of his sanity warm in this frozen apocalypse. He stayed in the library for half a day. In the end, he picked up a coming-of-age novel and slipped the thick volume into his coat pocket.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

And he had to do it now, before Kevin and his Superior Fitness Mutants destroyed all hope, and he would see it all, as he pulled out the Indomie Global Recipe Book, searching for the recipe that would slap the face of Kevin’s propaganda and transform the Stalker Zombies into secret agents of balanced nutrition. A crazy idea that would shake the foundations of Kevin’s power and restore sanity to this post-apocalyptic world!" Bima finished the sentence in his head, his eyes scanning the pages of the Indomie Global Recipe Book, which somehow felt heavier in his hands.