Zombie Apocalypse Stories Novels & Stories

My voice was soft, yet each word pierced the heart, "Hans, do you know that you pushed me into a horde of zombies in my past life?" His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. "W... What are you saying?" I did not answer but only nodded to the skipper. The speedboat's engine roared, accelerating away. Behind me came Winnie's piercing scream, followed by Hans's desperate curses. "Clarissa! I'll haunt you even in death!" I did not turn back. The sea breeze brushed my cheek, carrying away the last tear. My new life was about to begin. Back in the safe zone, everyone was enveloped in a deathly silence of despair upon hearing that the final vaccine was gone.

Not even after death. Ten years in the apocalypse were brutal. Surviving alone was hard, but running from an obsessed brother with powers was another kind of hell. Vera learned to sleep lightly, hide her tracks, lie with a straight face, fight dirty, and leave before anyone could decide she was useful enough to trap. She killed zombies, mutants, mutated animals, and people who had stopped being better than the dead. She survived heat, cold, hunger, poison rain, infected wounds, broken shelters, and nights when she had to stay awake because the scratching outside the walls did not stop.

Meanwhile, the zombies had already begun swarming up from below. The Soldatos immediately fired their submachine guns continuously, putting so many bullet holes in the attacking zombies they might as well have been sieves. Papa's back was broad and reliable in this apocalyptic world. I feared nothing as long as he was there beside me. When we finally rushed out of the apartment building, I realized that the scene outside was far more horrific than I had ever imagined. The streets were littered with burning vehicles and mangled corpses missing a limb or two, and zombies swarmed the streets in hordes.

" I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowers, so we'd finally have the power to protect ourselves in this apocalypse. "Damn it… I almost forgot about you while dealing with the two losers." The bald leader was about to charge forward and hack at the door when a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street. The fresh scent of blood had drawn an even larger horde. Zombies poured in like a tidal wave, and their glowing red eyes were a terrifying sight in the darkness. "Boss, the zombies are here! Run!" The remaining tugs were scared out of their wits. They grabbed their raving leader and bolted, while the lat

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

2nd World. Rose Blair opened her eyes and saw herself standing on a road all alone "AI3 what's the matter?" She asked. "Host! It's a Zombie world. If you are free you should receive the memory and plot of this world" He said and transferred the memories to her. Rose found a place to seat down to receive the Memories This world is an Apocalypse world, it is the time that the virus spread around the world turning humans into a monsters that eats follow humans.

I didn't have time to explain everything over the phone. In the end, Emmett chose to believe me. "Alright. I'll buy them right now." After the zombie apocalypse descended on the world in my previous life, guns were hailed as the most important weapons when it came to fighting off the zombies. As a result, survivors often fought over them desperately throughout the apocalypse. Zombies couldn't feel pain at all, so normal attacks did nothing to halt them in their steps. Only by putting a bullet in their head could they be completely annihilated.

Her gaze fell on the young man in the middle—head down, stiff, pale hands hanging awkwardly. Soon, he came to. "What happened to me?" "You drank too much, that's what!" "You're useless! You didn't even drink that much!" "Work stress, I guess. I'm heading back." "Heading back? No way! Keep drinking! Let's get wasted tonight!" The group laughed as they walked off. Hayley's eyes darkened as she watched the scene. She checked her phone and noted that today was the 9th. In her last life, the zombie outbreak started on the 11th. The apocalypse would happen on August 11.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."