Romans & histoires The Zombie Apocalypse

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

His problem is the same as Yanlong’s. He prepared these supplies for a seventeen year old slightly athletic young man. He is now four. He couldn’t lift the damn bag. “A’Feng. After the apocalypse, all people have an ability. You also will have one. However, the situation is urgent now. The zombies could crash into rooms with sheer weight if they keep gathering at this speed. We need to go!” Yanlong reminded him. Rufeng had no choice but to listen to her, and climb up onto the ceiling frame.

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

Brie sat with wide eyes. No way. No way was this real. On the computer screen, flashed four big words. "THE WORLD IS ENDING." She scrolled through twitter, seeing tweets on how to stay alive. Apparently, it was a virus only caught if the body fluids of a carrier entered your body. Brie glanced at Adam, thinking about his wound. What about Melissa? "Okay... Focus." She patted the desk and continued to read. Hopefully, there'd be something helpful, something to keep them alive. She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago.

They both have wide-set light blue eyes that have developed a hard edge in the past six months. Seven months ago, the world ceased to exist as we knew it. Nobody ever gave an explanation for the deadly disease that spread through the nation faster than wildfire. There just hadn't been time. From the moment the first zombie was created, it had taken only five weeks for most of civilization to crumble. The dead probably ranged somewhere in the billions.

Rose found a place to seat down to receive the Memories This world is an Apocalypse world, it is the time that the virus spread around the world turning humans into a monsters that eats follow humans. They call the infected ones Zombie. During this time, Humans awaken strange powers with different attributes that help them fight the Zombies, and try to create stability in the world The Original owner who had the same name as her had a good life, she fought Zombies because she had a unique power and even got married to her fiancee the Male lead. They ruled a camp were several Humans both those that have powers and those that don't have stayed together to prevent Zombies from attacking or kill

One hard gust could flood the whole place. I took a moment to glance at their supplies, which would barely last until the hurricane ended. This made any long-term support impossible for me. In fact, I had prepared separate emergency kits for both Elliott and Dorian. To avoid suspicion, I only took what was standard and necessary. The future of their journey through the apocalypse depended on their own abilities. After tidying up, I went back to my apartment, 1802. For lunch, I made chicken soup, roasted ribs, and garlic kale. It was a rich meal for one person. When I woke from my nap, the signal icon on my phone was gone. The internet was down.

The second zombie’s jaws snapped inches from my face, and the stench of rotting flesh filled my nostrils. I shoved my forearm against its throat, desperately trying to keep its teeth away from my skin as a wave of nausea crashed over me from the smell. I couldn't breathe and my arms were beginning to shake. No. Not like this. I had already died once, I absolutely refused to let a walking corpse finish the job. With a desperate twist, I drove my knee into its stomach and forced it sideways, the zombie lost its balance. With no crossbow, I reached into my holster and pulled out the gun, firing three clean shots into its skull, my hands shaking as the zombie released a wet groan and collapsed o

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.