Zombie Apocalypse Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

"Zombies? Don't insult this disaster with such a cheap comparison." Zombies could be fought with guns, fire, steel, and human ingenuity. But this? This was nature's wrath. Against the cosmos itself, humans were no more than fragile insects, doomed before they even realized it. These people had no idea the horror they were truly facing. Meanwhile, Vincent strutted through the chat. "Don't worry about it! I've got money. I'll spend it however I like. If you want to sell, DM me. If not, forget it."

and asked me to pour in every cent I had saved since graduation—to build a safe haven for all of us. They swore they and my "sister" would contribute everything too. That we would work together as a family and survive the crisis side by side. I believed them. I emptied myself dry—built the strongest bunker and stockpiled enough supplies to last all of us ten years. And they? From start to finish, they didn't contribute a single cent. On the very first day of the apocalypse, while moving the final batch of supplies, I suffered severe heatstroke and nearly collapsed. When I went to the warehouse to get a can of emergency medicine, Denise stopped me.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

It had been a year since the apocalypse. A year after the nuclear disaster, it wasn't the plants or animals that mutated first—it was the virus. Less than ten percent of humanity escaped infection, and most of those unlucky few were picked off early, torn apart by zombies. Zombies had no brains or senses; they mindlessly attacked anything that moved. But my dad? He was different. The day the outbreak started, it was just another ordinary day for our family, working in our little grocery store. It was business as usual.

My house is warded against the unwanted, and with the four of us, I have no doubt we’ll be able to hold the line. But we can’t have an army of the undead wandering around Thorne Hill. The zombie apocalypse starts from some sort of science experiment gone wrong, not from a resurrection spell. A zombie lumbers forward, practically falling on us. Naomi shrieks and throws out her hand, pushing the zombie backward and onto the ground with a wave of energy. “There’s too many!” Nicole cries and I yank my hand out of Kristy’s. “Keep going!” I shout, coming to a stop. I conjure an energy ball. It won’t kill them, but it’ll distract them. I toss it up into the air, holding my hands out underneath it,

"He knows about us hunters, and about the vampires… he knows too much to pass this off as another ordinary shooting." "And I bet with the city's best hunter turning up dead, they're going to panic." "Unless…" Harley began, breaking off as she thought about what she was going to say next. "Unless what?" "We get there and you two wipe their memory of all things gore and vampire." Mason nodded. "That's doable." "But we'd need a good cover story to fill their minds." "Zander was a local business owner. He got into some bad crowds, and his death is the result of a deal gone bad." Julian blurted, causing them both to turn their heads to him.

There was something about him that made Jasper think that he just might be able to help him like once things settled down. If his information was correct, unlike the vampires and werewolves, the zombies weren’t sent from another dimension. They were humans whose humanity went bad. If Jasper was correct, zombiesm was caused by a virus of some type. If there was one thing that he was certain of it was that all viruses had a cure. He just needed time to find it.

But sitting inside a concrete box while the world turned into a giant zombie buffet was a fast track to getting cornered when the really big monsters started showing up. Plus, absorbing cores actually made my arms stronger, my legs faster, and my reflexes sharper. "Who knew apocalypse fitness had such great benefits?" I chuckled, flexing my bicep. "No gym membership required, just a slight risk of getting eaten!" I stepped out onto the main street of Frosthaven. The quiet suburban town had completely transformed over the last few days. Burned-out sedans sat abandoned on the sidewalk, front lawns were scorched black from stray fireballs, and half-eaten lawn gnomes lay shattered in the drivewa