Zombie Apocalypse Supplies Novels & Stories

I looked into their purely foolish eyes and said, with feigned kindness, "I’ll leave you two months’ worth of supplies. Good luck holding out for the official rescue." Drew Dunn’s eyes lit up. "Official rescue?" "How do you know it will be two months?" "What if the official rescue doesn’t come?" "What if we run into danger during these two months?" "What if more zombies show up?" They all started talking at once, desperately treating me as their lifeline in the apocalypse. My patience ran out. "Live if you can. If you can’t, die!" As soon as the words left my mouth, they clammed up, suddenly timid as quails.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Again, Viper did not answer. Instead, Colby watched as he took one of the boxes from the top and opened it. Colby could only imagine what was in that box. Ever since this apocalyptic invasion of deformed creatures that were supposed to be wolves, and the government left them to fend for themselves, they had been stocking up on nonperishable items. All sorts of canned and boxed foods, along with personal care products, clothes, medication and ammunition. Kenzie had an entire box full of books and another two filled to the top with nothing but bubble gum. While his grandfather had a box with empty journals just waiting to be filled. Colby watched as Viper pulled a small box from the larger one

“Can you help me with these?” Blondie went to the trunk and I followed her. When she popped the trunk open, I was shocked to see the number of things she brought with her. She had a backpack full of clothes, another bag full of food and water, another thing that looked like sleeping bags, and so many other stuffs. We could survive a zombie apocalypse with all the things she brought. “Do we need this much stuff to bring to a rainforest?” I was protesting as she piled bags after bags onto my hand.

They moved cautiously, staying alert for wandering zombies. "System, is there a shortcut to the sanctuary?" Bima asked internally, desperate. [System Suggestion: Shortcut via 'Hungry Zombie Path' (High Risk) or 'Underground Passage' (Medium Risk).] ['Underground Passage' may contain medical supplies.] [New Mission: 'Find Medical Supplies Quickly'] [Objective: Obtain 'First Aid Kit' before 'Wound Infection' reaches 100%.] [Reward: 'Stamina Regeneration' (Level 1) & 'Anti-Loner Ointment' (Level 1)!]

They exchanged the food supplies with crystals, gold , iron or metals , sometimes jade or painting too. Twelve days later , Adrian group comes back with addition ten lorries and trucks fill with metal , iron and zinks . Few trucks full with furnitures . They told the mayor , they had proceeded to the Z city to kill zombies , take more crystals , furnitures , metal , iron and other supplies after they comes out from the hunting ground town . Then they comes back to the base without stop because Adrian afraid the weather will become more hotter and they need to implant the zinks and metal before the weather become hotter and winter comes.

Every extra day was a win. Once I decided, I didn't stall. I jumped into the supply rush. With the apocalypse looming, order flatlined. Everyone was hunting for powerhouse pets. I used the chaos, slipped into the supermarket warehouse, hauling out hundreds of pounds of staples—oil, grains, canned goods—trip by trip. Instant meals. Self-heating ready-to-eat packs. Dry noodles. I wiped the shelves clean. I ran my beat-up car back and forth until half my apartment was stacked with bottled water alone.

A lot of the remaining merchandise is scattered around the floor or turned on its side on its shelf, having been overlooked during the first couple weeks of the zombie apocalypse. Aaron holds up a can of horseradish sauce and grimaces before setting it back down on the shelf. We don't have room to carry back any condiments that we don't have much use for. Things like horseradish, relish, or honey mustard sauce aren't a necessity and can't keep someone nourished and alive. Aaron climbs up the shelf to look at the top row, and he comes back down with three dented cans of baked beans that somebody missed. He drops them into my basket with a smile.

It is still there. She almost kisses it. She does not, because hygiene still matters, even now. Especially now. The apocalypse is no excuse to put your mouth on municipal infrastructure. Inside: additional ammunition, water purification tablets, two radios, protein bars, gloves, and laminated copies of local maps. Maya loads the supplies into her pack. LUS says, Cache integrity maintained. Your paranoia was proportionate. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” It was not praise. “I’m taking it.”

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.