Survival Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Miguel I sat outside on the bench with a gun resting in my hands, careful not to stay too exposed to the road in case any zombies wandered by. We still didn’t fully understand what drew them in. Sight, smell, movement, maybe all three. None of us actually knew. “Hey.” Rome approached with two cans of soda in his hands and held one out to me. It was still early in the apocalypse. Electricity was running, stores still had food, and people were clinging to the idea that the world could return to normal.

----------------- Fear is always there; it's a survival instinct. You just need to know how to manage it. - Dolores. ------------------ Marcel followed Sadie as a shadow, all along the way, Marcel never paid attention to others. As Marcel finally entered the mansion, he could feel the evil spirit of a woman living here, but he kept quiet waiting for the spirit to show itself. Marcel himself was a very competitive person and was actually enough to handle such a ghost. But, why did only Marcel and Sadie survive in the end? Just because Marcel felt Sadie's friends were useless, getting scared and fainting left and right.

There was a frail looking girl teenage girl, who looked really timid, she was among the group of survivors that came with Mr Zhao earlier. Lila hadn't paid much attention to others at that time, but looking at her now…that mole under her eyes and that face… Isn't she—? “Xiao Tian?” Lila called with uncertainty. The girl's eyes widened then blurred as large beads of tears rolled out of her eyes. She had been on a trip with other classmates when the apocalypse began and they got stuck here, some were missing, some dead and some had already become zombies. When she came with other survivors earlier, she had seen that this group had a lot of food but Lila didn't seem easy to talk to.

"Stay close to Lily tonight. Don't go anywhere alone." The line went dead. I stared at my phone for a long moment. Then I locked the door and double-checked the windows. Whatever was coming—Daniel, the Collectors, the apocalypse—I was going to survive it. I had to.

When I encountered a complete blockage of abandoned vehicles, I would instantly retract the SUV into my space, nimbly climb over the wreckage, and then summon the vehicle again once I was clear, continuing toward an auto mall more than twenty kilometers away. This was the very beginning of the apocalypse. The vast majority of the global population had already turned into zombies. Even more lethal, in the coming one to two months, nearly twenty percent of the remaining survivors would also become infected from bites and scratches. The human population would plummet, dropping to less than a tenth of what it was before the apocalypse. From now on, humanity’s numbers would only continue to dwind

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

Three months flew by and Zhi Yin is now in Y City. This past three months, Zhi Yin already gathered a lot of materials but he knew that it is not still enough, that's why he still flew to different cities to buy more as he know that only 40% of the population of Edrinon are the only one who turns into zombies while the 60% survives and arrives at the safe bases across the country and. But because of the shortage of food and other materials, in just a span of two years after the apocalypse began, 20% of the Edrinon Citizens who survive for these two year, died because of hunger and because of some common sickness that can be healed if there's only enough medicine.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.

Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare. Yet here they were, reacting to the apocalypse like kids being promised a trip to an amusement park. It was a bizarre, surreal realization: even though I was a time-traveling survivor with a system running in my head, I was somehow the most sane person in this room. ​I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, holding his manic, bloodthirsty gaze, and opened my mouth to speak. ​"Zombies," I said, my voice deadpan and chillingly serious. "It's going to be a zombie apocalypse."