Zombie Apocalypse Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse. “Clara, listen to me just this once,” Alice said, leaning forward and gripping her friend's fingers tightly. Her gaze was sharp and piercing. “You have to cancel your flight next month. Stock up on food, ammunition, and barricade your house. The zombie apocalypse is real, and we only have two months left.” Clara stopped moving her cup, then chuckled softly before looking at Alice with a worried expression. “Alice, you're starting again. How many days have you gone without sleeping? Your nightmares are getting worse.”

" I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowers, so we'd finally have the power to protect ourselves in this apocalypse. "Damn it… I almost forgot about you while dealing with the two losers." The bald leader was about to charge forward and hack at the door when a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street. The fresh scent of blood had drawn an even larger horde. Zombies poured in like a tidal wave, and their glowing red eyes were a terrifying sight in the darkness. "Boss, the zombies are here! Run!" The remaining tugs were scared out of their wits. They grabbed their raving leader and bolted, while the lat

It’s obvious he couldn’t accept it so easily. “He’s alive, Dad. Dior's there, he’s waiting for us to save him! He must be in a grave situation, seeing that he can’t come back even if he was alive. Maybe he was hurt, but he’s still alive. He needs our help!” “It’s impossible!” Ferdinand argued. “Why is it impossible? Anything can happen, Dad!” Zombie apocalypse, it’s nothing but fictitious event before—but it still happened. That’s why, for Farrah, nothing is impossible. Added with the evidence, she’s certain that Dior was alive, and there’s something stopping him from coming home to that place.

“The tips of the fangs were barely lodged into the bone’s surface. We just needed to be at the right angle to pull, more than anything else. Had Rex realized this, he’d have never brought you back with the head still embedded.” “I don’t care about that,” Kendra said with a voice that she struggled to keep steady. “I’ve been through enough to not let that bother me. I just want to know what will happen now.” She looked directly into her aunt’s worried eyes. “The zombie grew fangs before our very eyes. It’s obvious that you altered the virus a lot more than we thought. Am I still immune to it?” Filling her lungs with air and bracing herself for the reaction that she expected to come fro

My throat felt raw as I tried to push past her. Miranda shoved me hard. I stumbled into the wall, and the repair case slammed to the floor with a heavy crash. "Fix it? Looks more like you're planning to poison us!" She raised her voice, the sound echoing harshly through the corridor. "Everyone, come look! Zach's about to dump poison into the vents! I didn't approve a private room for him two days ago, and now he wants us all dead!" The alarm had already drawn a crowd. Panicked residents filled the hallway. At her shout, dozens of eyes snapped toward me.

The low, familiar moans that almost resembled a growl that was common to zombies drifted toward them. “Are you kidding me?” Felix complained as he looked in the direction of the approaching zombies and then back at his injured wife. “This place is just as infested with those things as the surface is.” “It’s the most I’ve seen since I settled,” Arthur offered. “I can’t understand why there are so many.” “Have you ventured this far east before?” Olga asked. When he shook his head, she said, “Now you know not to do it again.”

The room temperature seemed to drop instantly. An invisible fear enveloped us. Just then, Poppy’s smartwatch, which she had been fiddling with, finally connected to Castiel’s phone. “Daddy, hurry home! Zombies are in the base!” Hearing his daughter’s words, Castiel grew impatient. “Stop spouting nonsense! How could zombies suddenly get into the base? Daddy is busy. Can you please stop bothering me?” June urgently shouted into the phone, “Castiel, we’re not spouting nonsense! Zombies are already inside the base! Hurry back with reinforcements and save us!”

Natalie immediately ran inside only to see more undead creatures waiting for her including Zofi. “Oh goodness!” she screamed seeing Zofi in front of the refrigerator getting her snacks. “Natalie! What happened to you?” Zofi asked. She too startled. “I’m sorry! I fell asleep in the middle of my zombie marathon and had a terrible nightmare,” Natalie said. “Pinch me,” Zofi said while extending her arm. “No need for that. It was really just a bad, scary dream,” she said. “Or you are still scared to pinch me?” Zofi joked after Natalie refused to pinch her.

Before long, I felt my hands grow so numb that I could barely move them. I was so cold. I knew I had messed up. I would never dare covet my younger brother Beckett Walker's food again—not even a whiff of it. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a red alert echoed through the entire base. It was a Code Red—the highest-level zombie horde invasion! I could hear panicked screams, frantic footsteps, and the deafening roar of heavy gunfire. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to shout, my voice trembling and stuttering from the cold. "Dad! Mom! Let me out! The zombies are here!"

I can't wait to see you homeless, surrounded by zombies—that'll be real fun. With that, they struggled to lead the three mastiffs away, tugging and pulling them with effort. I exhaled a silent sigh of relief—but it was short-lived. The pets might be obedient now, but under the apocalypse system, every creature would become the most loyal guardian to its owner. So not only would I have to dodge zombies, but also Vicky's malicious attacks. The apocalypse, with enemies stacked against me, had officially become hell mode. Shaking off the shock, I looked down at Leo in my arms.