Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Really a perfect cannon fodder, Two for the price of one "Daisuke, what have I become then, I see no mention of him trying to drain someone of their blood?" [Well Host, that would be because it never happened. The original soul is simply super-powered, but you're different since you're mutated.] "Does this mean the Zombie apocalypse happened already?" [No, the virus is spreading, but the effects won't show up until Friday day. You have three days before the Zombie apocalypse begins.] "Then why have I mutated already?"

He fell next to her, screaming and grunting like every other teenager besides Ramsay. The few pairs of horrified eyes stood at the door, staring at the horror going down. “A zombie apocalypse,” one of them whispered in fear. They called 911 as every teenager wiggled on the ground besides the bloody boy that lay there frozen. Even they knew that he was dead. #

"Unfortunately, a virus was accidentally leaked from a microscopic biology facility, and the infection's propagation has become widespread. Anyone infected with this virus will lose their sanity and transform into something resembling a cannibal. This virus has been reported to spread in the human body for around thirty-six hours. Symptoms include coughing, sneezing hard as if you have rhinitis, excessive weariness, dehydration, and yellowing of the body's skin. This is to inform you that you should remain in your homes till further notice is given. Avoid interaction with anybody and try not to go out as much as possible. The rescuers will arrive at any time and take you one by one. Just wai

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricted now was a foreign feeling. "Harley…" His voice came out strained and faint, but he had to push through the discomfort. "Harley… get up… you have to get up…" Despite his attempts, she didn't so much as stirr and he began to worry about the force Zander had used when he'd struck her with the gun. If he couldn't move, he couldn't help her and their fight would be over before it had even begun. His eyes fell to the side, where he could see a bright red illuminating the entire sky. The blood moon had risen, and the uprising was already underway, yet the effects of the bullet cou

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

" His words fanned the others' anger, yet the looming threat kept them from wasting breath on him. … Half an hour later, we finally reached the temporary shelter. The heavy blast doors slid shut, cutting off the zombies' roars outside. "At last… We're safe!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Just then, a teammate gasped, "Oh no... I just received word that that was the last helicopter for the day. The military… is abandoning this entire zone!" "Are you saying the military has ended the evacuation and we're stuck in this hellhole for good?" Everyone's faces went pale, and their voices quivered.

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.

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.