Zombie Apocalypse Novels Novels & Stories

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

Diana said, "Absolutely right it is. It's like a shady young adult novel. I'm amazed the scientist doesn't have an unkempt, raggedy mustache to twist with his fingertips while he mocks us." Peter, Ricky, and I all burst out laughing. I've read a large number of young adult fiction over the seasons, and it does seem like a comparable example at the moment. A bunch of young people joined together to withstand the zombie outbreak as well as the collapse of civilization, despite the fact that most of us were exactly the sort of individuals who would be the ones to die first if it occurred in real life. Furthermore, there seems to be no lack of relationships that were comparatively easier off not

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

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.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

That had to be the only answer. But then, I heard someone call out my name. I was definitely losing my mind. I spent the next two hours wisely. Using the money I had, I bought myself clothes that wouldn't just cover me but also help me through harsh conditions. Did I mention that without the sun, Sloradath would turn into a frozen city? And that made it worse because the zombies thrived in cold weather. Heat wore them out but without the sun and without gas, how could people fight against them?

Ultraviolet radiation flooded the planet. Daylight became lethal within minutes. Skin blistered instantly beneath direct exposure. Oceans poisoned. Crops failed. Entire populations burned, trying to flee beneath skies that suddenly wanted humanity dead. Then, the vampires emerged. Not created by the apocalypse. Revealed by it. While humanity hid underground, vampires inherited the night. And they ruled it brutally. Sera pulled her scarf higher over her mouth. Behind her, Jonas adjusted his rifle. “You know,” he said carefully, “one day your habit of antagonizing terrifying creatures is going to backfire.”

Inside, most of the books stayed dry. Cyrus had never been much of a reader in the old world. In the age of smartphones, patience came cheap. Reading demanded effort and time, time better spent scrolling through short skirted influencers. Now the internet was basically dead. He rarely even touched his phone anymore. Thus, he figured he might as well borrow a book or two to pass the time. Maybe it would help keep whatever remained of his sanity warm in this frozen apocalypse. He stayed in the library for half a day. In the end, he picked up a coming-of-age novel and slipped the thick volume into his coat pocket.

she said and when Hazel’s eyes moved to look at the side, she added, “without involving my daughter in it.” Hazel returned her eyes to look at her and released a sigh. She went to take her seat and Caitlin followed her, taking a seat facing her. She said, “The only viable solution I have come up with for the past eighteen years now is that we let the vampires take over the world and let the worst happen. What could possibly happen that time?” she asked as if thinking to herself. “The humans would become slaves, have their bloods dried and their bones might be used as turning sticks, which would be useful for me. Or well, there could be hunters, again and war would break out. But we already k

"Sorry, I didn't..." "No problem," she said with a side smile. She looked next to the boy and a few meters away, she saw a book. She walked a bit and picked it up, wiping off the snow. She couldn't help but let out a sigh. • EXCERPTS OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: MELIA CONKINOVA • KRESTYNE WEILL This was becoming more viral than rage in 1880. Completely, unprecedentedly viral. It was already boring her, honestly, it was. And even more so, with all the falsehood she could find there.