Post Apocalyptic Zombie Books Novels & Stories

"Okay! I know I'm heartless, I know I'm not a good man, but please and please, please let me go with you. I have nothing left here okay." Those that survive in that community everybody pack their things and run out from the community. Then the head of the family go with Fred. They drove off, going to the lab. On their way going, they saw so many zombies. But not scared of it, because it couldn't bite them. They just drove and pass. they plan were ruined. All their plan before, was to dig a big hole and draw all the zombie into the hole, then burn them, so that they can destroy them all.

Her hand grew cold. “Vibrations,” Amanda whispered. Raymond's gaze moved toward the ground beneath them. “Could that be related to why you were feeling nervous?” he asked. Amanda stared at the phone, unable to answer immediately again. “I don't know,” she admitted. But this time, the words frightened her. The signs were appearing outside her mind now. They were becoming real, visible, and impossible to dismiss. She could not look away. Dead fish had been the first sign. Then abnormal tides. Then missing boats. Now people were reporting vibrations. Amanda's grip tightened around her phone as the pattern formed in her mind.

Over the next few weeks, she planned to make up for that. She had sworn off post-apocalyptic stories—they were all starting to feel too much the same—but her best friend had recommended one so she had decided to give it a try. She was glad she had. The book was proving to be a fast-paced read with lots of new and interesting twists. She found it easy to escape into the story, which was exactly what she wanted after the long, difficult semester.

“Why the hell not?” What the fuck have I got to lose? The man already took everything from me; all I have left is my life. Besides, it’s not much of life, and if he kills me, then he’ll put me out of my misery. “Meet me out front in twenty minutes.” After a shower and changing into jeans and a green woollen jumper, I meet the girls out front. Harper drives us to Meadow Wood, which is a huge clothing store in Zidiah. We don’t have to worry too much about humans; we rarely see any in Zidiah. Those we do see are mated to shifters.

When I was put in a sack and thrown into a garbage truck, all the affection I held for my family completely disappeared. I was transported out of the city and tossed onto a windy plain. I huddled up and waited for my power to fully recover. Unfortunately, I was discovered by some zombies. Exhausted, I barely managed to pull out a motorcycle. The zombies chased relentlessly as I fled. I had no idea how far I was from the base. Suddenly, I saw a factory that had no zombies around it!

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

But the bombs barely did any damage. Worse, one of the zombies had actually picked up a grenade and thrown it back at them. If its aim had been even slightly better, they would’ve been blown to pieces. At this point, the only reliable way to kill zombies was still destroying their brains. I frowned deeply. Just during the first week of the apocalypse, I was still able to burn large groups of zombies to death by detonating abandoned cars. And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them.

Sebastian Standing beside the car was something that had haunted me for so long that it made me flinch in horror. Its odd-looking white eyes stared at me for a moment, and then it flashed a grin at me, making my blood run cold. What was a bloody zombie doing standing right outside my car? And why was there a zombie now? It isn't even the apocalypse yet! Without a word, it turned around and took off, leaving me in confusion for a whole full minute before I finally came back to my senses. I had to go after it or else…

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.