The Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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?"

But when they looked at me, their eyes were filled with contempt, saying my sister generously gave me the multimillion-dollar inheritance and the estate, yet I showed no gratitude at all. They wondered how the Shaw family had produced such an ungrateful brat. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Sharon didn’t genuinely want the convenience store. She only knew that in one month, a zombie virus would sweep across the globe. By then, money would be worthless, while the supplies inside that tiny store would become the key to survival. But what Sharon didn’t know was that in the apocalypse, having supplies meant nothing. The real challenge was keeping them in your hands.

"This is going to last forever, Steve! This is not temporary! The world we knew is gone!" "How do you know this?" he asked, stepping closer, his tone dropping into that quiet, dangerously intense register. "How can you possibly know that, Adelle?" "Because I survived the absolute fucking worst, Steve!" I yelled, hot tears burning behind my eyelids as the horrific memories of my past life rushed back all at once—the smell of rotting flesh, the freezing cold, the starvation. "I... this isn't just some atmospheric biological collapse. This is a zombie apocalypse."

SOME MISTAKES ARE DEADLY... Meet Eva, the creator of the mutants. Or should I say, the Mother of Mutants? After accidentally triggering a mutation that plunged the world into an apocalypse, Eva kept her identity as the mastermind behind humanity's destruction a secret. Living among other survivors, she became their saviour, earning their trust and love while desperately trying to undo the very mistake she had made. But secrets never stay buried forever. What happens when Eva's true identity is finally exposed? What happens when the woman everyone sees as their saviour turns out to be the very reason their world was destroyed? And worse, what happens when she realizes that some mistakes

"Your favourite coffee shop is only a few streets away. You used to stop there whenever you had an early appointment." "Maybe we can visit another day," Lucy replied. "For now, I think I'd rather go home and rest." "That's a good decision," Justin said. "You have enough time to rediscover everything. Nobody expects you to resume your old routine immediately." Lucy nodded, but her thoughts were already moving elsewhere. She needed money, supplies, information, and a safe place before the apocalypse began. She could not afford to spend weeks pretending to recover while the world moved toward disaster. Every day mattered, and Bryan's safety remained her greatest concern.

The bold white numbers burned into my vision with terrifying clarity: 48 HOURS. Only two days remaining before the apocalypse erupts, my mind screamed into the quiet. Two days before the sky turns blood-red, the dead rise, and human civilization collapses into pure, unadulterated madness. I walked over to the main power panel near the hallway and flipped the heavy breaker switch. Nothing. The light bulbs overhead remained dead, cold, and dark. The municipal grid had already failed. I tapped my phone again, searching for even a single bar of signal, but the screen displayed a cold, mocking No Service. Local networks were down. Emergency broadcasts were dead air. Communication had completely f

When I was satisfied, I turned it off. “System,” I called. A blue rectangular hologram appeared before me If this thing was real, then there had to be more to it than property upgrades and a few strange notifications. I needed to know more about what was coming. My finger moved through the translucent screen until I found a section labelled [Basic survival guidelines] I tapped it. A little information about the zombies popped up. [Infected Information: The infected are attracted to sound and movement. Avoid unnecessary noise, especially during the early stages of the outbreak.]

A hundred years ago, the zombie virus broke out, and the end of the world began. 70% of the human population turned into zombies, and the human race neared its extinction. As the apocalypse approached, humans also began awakening their genes. The humans and zombies fought, but there were too many zombies. All humans could do was build base cities to protect humans. … “There won’t be any zombies in this hospital, right?” Lucas York gulped. It had been ten days since he had traveled to this parallel universe.

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

Decades of planning and plotting against the humans. It only took them two years to completely take over North America. Zombies like the cold, so they stick to what used to be Candid and the Northen United states. The southern regions are where the humans seek refuge even if it’s not safe because hungry zombie hordes find their way to us. They hunt us like humans would, dear. They capture us, and the rumors fly about what happens to us once we are.