Romans & histoires The Zombie Apocalypse

Excess is permitted. "Good." I pull a notepad toward me. "Because I wasn't planning to stop there." I don't write the list the way the old Abbie would have, wandering the aisles in the order the store lays them out. I write it in the order of things people killed for during an Apocalypse.*Water. Light. Warmth. Medicine.* Food goes last, and it surprises me until I remember why. The people who made it through the first weeks weren't the ones with the biggest pantries. They were the ones who could still see in the dark and still feel their fingers enough to hold a spoon.

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died beli

The Eternal Freeze hasn't jumped ahead by a month—it’s the Precursor Hailstorm that accelerated. In her past life, the apocalypse hadn't killed everyone on day one. It had started with a catastrophic, three-day super-hailstorm that dropped fist-sized blocks of ice from the sky, smashing windshields, collapsing roofs, and destroying sixty percent of the city's above-ground power transformers. Back then, people thought it was just freak summer weather. Nobody hoarded food. Nobody reinforced their windows. And when the true minus-sixty-degree freeze followed right behind it, millions died trapped in dark, broken homes.

Then, a notification appeared. SYSTEM ACTIVATED [Welcome, Host!] [Apocalypse Countdown: 59 Days.] [Storage: 0/100.] [Survival Points: 0.] [Physical Condition: Normal.] [Skills: None.] [Shelter: None.]

Felicity's eyes narrowed as she stared down the empty mountain road. In her past life, the first week of the outbreak had been slow. The dead were clumsy and mindless. People survived simply by outrunning them or locking basic wooden doors. The zombies didn't gain that fast speed or form packs until after a week into the collapse. Yet today, just two days in, the infected in Oakhaven were already moving with explosive speed. They hunted by scent, hid together indoors to avoid daylight, and some even had early crystal cores inside their skulls.

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet

As she emptied it, she finally understood why there were no people or zombies in this area. In the corner of the warehouse, piles of bones and rotten flesh were stacked. It seemed the mutated zombie had not only eaten human flesh but had also devoured its own kind. No wonder it had reached the bottleneck of level two in just a few days after the apocalypse. Consuming crystal cores from other zombies also benefited them. This was why, just a few years into the apocalypse, most zombies had already evolved, and the lowest-ranked ones were at level two. Cannibalism was one of the harsh laws of survival in the apocalypse. Even humans killed each other to obtain crystal cores, let alone soulless z

Nami Bennett lived through the end of the world. She trusted the wrong people, and eventually paid for that trust with her life. Betrayed by the people closest to her, Nami dies believing she has nothing left. But instead of remaining dead, she wakes up six months before the apocalypse. She remembers everything: the disasters, the infected, the mutated creatures, the collapse of civilisation, and the people who betrayed her. This time, she refuses to make the same mistakes. With six months to prepare, Nami begins gathering supplies, securing a shelter, acquiring survival equipment, and distancing herself from the people who will eventually destroy her. However, knowing the fu

On the day she is supposed to marry the man she loves, a terrifying electric storm belt engulfs the city, transporting Theresa Baker into a distant, apocalyptic future of her own world. Here, survival depends on following the rules. Hoping at least her fiancé is still by her side, Theresa discovers the cruel truth: he abandons her to save himself, leaving her to die in the Infinite Scrap Yard. In this world, scrap falls instead of rain, Wraiths roam the wastelands scavenging for metal, and monumental statues of fallen gods preserve the mysteries of ancient civilizations. Forced to survive alone, Theresa's journey leads her to Ken, a fallen god who has lost his powers and memories. W

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”