Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

" I stumbled back, carrying the three cats into the security room and slamming the door behind us. By the time they had been arguing outside, a few zombies had already wandered close behind. Before the apocalypse, they'd called me "saintly". But not anymore. If things were going to get deadly, survival was every one for themselves. These zombies were different—they attacked with purpose, not for feeding. Before the lion and the crocodiles could react, the infection had already spread to most of the crowd. The stench of blood thickened the air, drawing more zombies in. The landlord's crocodiles and Dominic's lion were surrounded, their throats ripped out in moments.

" A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I could feel my muscles rippling with power. I clenched my fist and threw a quick punch that cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind. Perfect. The first night of the apocalypse was off to a peaceful start, but I couldn't let my guard down because something even more terrifying would come after the freezing doomsday—the zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the side of the road would soon stand back up with twisted limbs and bite anything they saw. Garrett's family was surprisingly lucky. They managed to ditch the car and retreat to their high-end apartment complex, but the water, power, and gas were cut. All that fancy interior de

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

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 continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep b

Sharon turned towards Alex. His expression unreadable. Daniel's voice became colder. "Do not let Alex take you to his bunker." The screen suddenly went black. A deafening explosion shook the resort. Sharon stumbling, Alex caught her before she fell. Then another explosion erupted outside. The western wall collapsed. Through the smoke, something enormous moved beyond the broken barrier. Not a normal infected, not human. Alex stared at it. Sharon felt the blood drain from her face. She remembered that creature, she had seen it only once in her previous life. It had appeared months after the apocalypse began. But now It was already here, And it was walking straight towards them.

It was October 13th in twenty nine days, the courts, the banks, the police, and the entire judicial system would collapse into frozen dust under the weight of the apocalypse. Court injunctions meant nothing in a world ruled by zombies and sub-zero ice storms. However, she couldn't afford to have her liquid capital frozen now, while she still needed to spend millions buying food, fuel, medicine, and defensive armaments during the countdown to the apocalypse.” Buzz! Suddenly, the ambient light in the living room seemed to dim slightly.

"We need toothpaste," Vanessa said, like this was a perfectly reasonable thing to announce at seven in the morning. Adrian looked up from his coffee — the last of it, since she'd finally stopped stealing his blend after the shelf incident, mostly out of spite rather than virtue. "We have an entire stockpile of toothpaste. You bought forty tubes." "Forty-two. And that's for the apocalypse. This is for right now." "Use the apocalypse toothpaste." "I'm not opening the emergency supply for a Tuesday."

Celie and Lisa would be coming afterwards. Lisa had already switched off the lights and had just lain down in her own bed, ready to go to sleep when Celie suddenly spoke. Sensing that her cousin was not sleepy yet and wanted to talk, Lisa sat up and propped her pillows to lean her back on. She turned on her bedside lamp and looked at her cousin in the dim light. She observed that Celie's complexion looked different, a lot paler, but it must be because of the darkness of the room. “Are we talking about that man you met yesterday through the Flames app? The one with the mysterious eyes?” asked Lisa.