Zombie Apocalypse Supplies Novels & Stories

After that, I went to the suburban warehouse that was almost bursting with supplies and moved them all into my spatial storage, categorizing everything accordingly into snacks, takeouts, daily necessities, staple foods, utensils, and medicine, placing them into their own separate shelves. I then looked at my chock-full spatial storage and felt a lot more at ease. I knew that my survival rate would increase significantly because of this. When the apocalypse arrived, the next most important resources after food were medicine and weapons. I went to a few of the larger pharmacies and asked the pharmacists there to recommend various commonly used medicines. As for weapons, I went online again and

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

"Well sort of, I have to tell you something." I finally found an exit and now that I'm out of this strange place, I realized that it was just one of the many strange places in this world. It just occurred to me that I don't have anywhere to go. People stared at me as they walked by like I was the only weird one on the streets, "y'all look weird too!!" I yelled in my mind. My hunger worsened but I kept myself in order. I need to fix myself somewhere to lay first before thinking of what to eat and getting extra clothes, I'm about to freeze to death wearing these loose clothes. I kept walking until I reached an alley that looked like the one I woke up in the first time only this one's cleaner.

Sometimes we get a safe area where we can stay long enough to grow something. A lot of humans had stocked up on canned goods, and I was grateful for the massive amount of food Ryan had left me, along with the good camping gear. Maybe that was his way of attempting to atone for his lies. Unfortunately, the food is gone as I shared with others like others have shared with me. The camping gear was lost nine months ago when we had to scatter and leave everything behind because zombies found our camp. They captured and killed almost half of us. I barely made it out alive.

Adrian got rations from the Rondoniers, and they would not expire until ten years from now. He had found over thirty Rondonier corpses near a sewer's entrance. After looting their belongings, he found large quantities of rations including compressed biscuits and canned food which were still edible. Judging by the state of the corpses, these Rondoniers had died five years ago, killed by zombie guards.

His voice remained barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Ivy and Darren to hear clearly. "The apocalypse has already destroyed most supply chains. Food, medicine, fuel, weapons, and equipment are becoming harder and harder to find." He gestured toward the massive facility around them. "But places like this still contain enough resources to keep hundreds of survivors alive for months." Albert continued. "The risk is enormous as there are plenty monsters here, but so is the reward." He glanced toward the assault rifle hanging from Darren's shoulder. "Besides, our weapons have already been upgraded. They're no longer limited to firing ordinary bullets."

For some reason, they thought it was a good idea to go gallivanting around town to get more supplies and to see how many zombies were in the streets. Over the week I'd been sick, shit had most definitely hit the fan. All the utilities had stopped working. No electricity. No water. No gas. We had enough food to last a month or so since our pantry was fully stocked, but with six of us and a baby, the food would run out much sooner than later. If you asked me, I really didn't care. This whole living situation was a fucking joke. Especially the idea of living with Jim Stanley for the rest of my life. Kill me now.

he pressed key several times. "You see" he turned to Grace as the computer blacked out. "You will figure it out" Grace took a gun and one of the vial of her regular vaccine. "It's been a while since you used that" Raymond noted. It was long he even saw her in her zombie self. He thought she was getting past that. "Eighty percent of the time I go out without this. It ended badly" she shook her head, smiled and put it in her pocket. "Safety first. You are going now?" Raymond asked scratching his head. He knew she was ready to go.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St