Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

My body had even started rotting away. The news spread through the entire base as swiftly as the zombie virus had overtaken the humans. Mom and Dad kneeled in front of my grave. "We were wrong, Brielle… W-We just wanted to protect Beckett…" Mom said, her voice weak. "He was the hope for all humanity… We had no choice…" Listening to her feeble excuses, I felt utterly repulsed. Meanwhile, my death was the spark that ignited the fury of all the other survivors in the base.

The air itself felt contaminated. The odor of decay lingered everywhere. Flies buzzed continuously through the area. Darren placed a hand on his waist and released a long sigh. "Fuck! We're here to fight monsters." Ivy climbed out of the truck and glanced toward the farm. "Oh no." Darren's shoulders dropped. "We're here to deal with rotten animal carcasses and probably human corpses as well." Fuck! "The number of dead animals and humans continues increasing every day," Ivy explained seriously. "Many people died during the early stages of the apocalypse."

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

I absorbed them all at once, watching my energy meter tick up to 50%. CRACKLE! Suddenly, the air thirty yards away near the tree line grew intensely hot. The ambient temperature spiked, making the pine needles curl and smoke. I raised my night-vision visor, staring down the path. A tall, towering zombie stepped out from behind a burning sedan. Its skin wasn't pale gray like the others—it was blackened, charred, and cracked like drying lava. Bright, orange sparks flickered inside its hollow chest, and small flames licked at its shoulders as it breathed out thick black smoke.

The strange system notification appeared floating right in front of her face again. [Host, welcome to your safe home.] The blue text shifted and formed a new sentence. [You have now been granted full access to the Infinite Space.] Clara blinked her eyes fast and stared at the glowing blue words in the air. Infinite Space?

"Ethan, we did it. The apocalypse is gone. The bridge, the cloud, it's all— it's gone. We saved everyone." Ethan looked at her, bewildered. "Did what? What are you talking about?" Lena smiled through tears, pointing at the screen. "The apocalypse is gone! Look!" Then another line appeared beneath it. Smaller. Colder. *HUMAN POPULATION: 0* Her smile disappeared. Instantly. "What?" she whispered. The screen flickered violently, as if glitching. *TIMELINE STABILITY: FALSE* *COLLAPSE STATUS: ACTIVE*

Scarlett died betrayed by the family she sacrificed everything for—and watched her newborn be abandoned to the zombies. Now, she’s reborn one month before the apocalypse with a powerful system, unlimited storage, and a mysterious mission: restore the Zombie Emperor. This time, she’ll save her baby, survive the apocalypse, and make everyone who betrayed her pay.