Zombie Apocalypse Story Examples Novels & Stories

"I saw this family fortifying the walls on the day of the zombie outbreak. They must have plenty of supplies." We'd been noticed. Emmett and I clutched our guns tightly, ready to shoot any trespassers dead. The noise they made attracted the roaming zombies, who rushed to the gate in a frenzy. The two men had no choice but to retreat temporarily. Once they were gone, Mom said regretfully, "I shouldn't have fried the chicken that day." I said comfortingly, "It's fine. It's in the past now, okay? There are too many uncertainties in an apocalyptic world."

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."

It didn't take long before he and the Apocalyptic Legion reached the abandoned land. "Howl! Howl!" On this abandoned land, he saw countless zombies. "Roar!" Suddenly, the zombies rushed towards Lucas in groups. These zombies were like people who had been starving for a long time and on the verge of dying. ... Lucas slowly said to the Apocalyptic Legion, "Go ahead." When the Apocalyptic Legion heard this, they all shot forward. Lucas did not let the Apocalyptic Legion integrate these zombies. Instead, he integrated them on his own.

Yet, he dropped into a swift side roll, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it hard. He might have been the team's weakest link, but he was still miles better than Esmeralda. I tuned him out and focused only on mowing down the horde of zombies that kept pouring in. Noah, however, looked like a different person. He weaved through the horde with quick, precise strikes. When the last zombie dropped dead, only our ragged breathing remained in the lab. Fortunately, we had stocked up on ammunition and weapons before setting out, and we were in better shape than before. That was the only reason we made it out unscathed.

- Bobby "f*ck"- Jimboy surviving here in this zombie apocalypse was harder than what we watch in movies "l-lets just hunt the zombies now!"- Jestino "okay go ahead and die 1st"-Dessa "ehem, i continue, who wants to volunteer?"- Bobby none of us want to go outside, it was too scary and in just one wrong move maybe our life will meet its end "we dont have any foods for the next following days so I volunteer"- Sunny

I laughed lightly, thinking to my very boyish cousin wearing a pink beaded bracelet. The rest of the afternoon was spent with me and Noah going through the box as I told him random stories from my childhood - not the darker parts from when I convinced myself I was followed by a cloud of bad luck where I went. It was later at night and Noah and I were laying on my bed and looking at the ceiling, our shoulders touching and hands intertwined as Noah gently rubbed circles with his thumb over the back of my hand. "Okay but a zombie apocalypse - come on, that's the basic answer. If you think about how the world can realistically end, I don't think zombies are the answer."

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

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”

The bebeast'sead rolled into the ditch, but the body remained on its feet. With nothing else to go on, Warren went through everything he knew about the undead. The usual zombie nonsense Hadid does not affect his mind drifted to fire, many of the undead could be brought down by a roaring blaze, or at least according to all of his movie and video game knowledge. He looked on either side of the road, A oilfield truck with a large gas container in the box lay just beyond the body.

But against a natural disaster, none of that made them any less vulnerable. There was no fighting something that powerful. One sandstorm had nearly torn them apart for good. They got lucky this time, but what about next time? The thought left Nicole shaken and more anxious than ever. Zeph was thinking the same thing. In the apocalypse he had lived through before, there were no satellites falling from the sky, no volcanic eruptions, and no sandstorms. But this time, one unexpected disaster after another kept hitting. He and Nicole had no idea what was coming anymore. They knew nothing about the disasters still ahead, and surviving them would come down to luck.