Zombie Apocalypse Game Novels & Stories

“Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductions of people, I mean with the vast majority of people playing this so-called game. There should have been such news. Which only means it’s all false. The game might be real but those rumors following it are simpl

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

The blood from his left arm was leaving a thick, dark trail on the concrete floor, but we didn't have time to clean it. We bypassed the main elevator and slipped into the service stairwell. Instead of going down to the garage where the mercenaries were waiting, we went up. The roof was our only option. I knew Zero had a secondary extraction protocol active, but with the communication grid fried, I had to rely entirely on my own tactical instincts. Every single step up the concrete stairs was an agonizing battle. Malakai let out low, grizzly grunts, his boots dragging as his body began to go into early shock from the blood loss.

After Julian died, the horde in the hallway did not leave. The dozens of zombies devoured every bit of Julian's flesh and blood, but they still lingered outside the penthouse. They could smell a living person through the crack under the door. Bang! Bang! The zombies began throwing themselves against the front door. But by the thirtieth day of the zombie apocalypse and a month of neglect, with Julian's frantic pounding and the zombies' relentless attacks, the door finally gave way. Metal groaned under the strain. And then…

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

A mechanical voice sounded, "Welcome to the Family of Four game instance. Please play your role as "Mom." "Clear condition: Survive 10 days and safely board the plane back to the real world. Players: 100. Survivors: 100. "Your real-world body is currently in a vegetative state. Only clearing the game will wake you. Death in-game means real death. Enjoy your stay." I was a housewife on my way back from grocery shopping when the car accident happened. When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world.

To her surprise everywhere was full of Zombies. ************************************* When Jane and Johnson got to the biggest deport in east red marker was used to draw multiplication symbol on the entrance. Jane reversed and look at it very well and face Johnson. both look confused Jane continue driving. *DC* Zombies has full DC and has killed everyone except a three-years old boy that was locked in the bathroom by his mother. -------------------------- Jane and Johnson got to Luis' house. His door was locked with a key not known or found. Jane did not want to attract the zombies so she broke the window glass.

“we will help you, but you will help us also to arrive in the government's settlement!” Becky heard it and hastily replies. “okay we will promise you!” And because of this their group rushed towards the army and helps them to repel the zombies with their old weapons, they can still battle the normal zombies and with their number, they have a chance as the battle continues the numbers of the zombies were clearly being less and to their surprise when the zombies were being slain, they immediately becoming dark crystal without looting It was a sign that a dungeon has been made, they also discussed it. Every time you slay a zombie in a dungeon they don’t need to be looted because they quickly di

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.