Zombie Apocalypse Supplies Novels & Stories

Lucas was a researcher at the lab, and he had practically risked his life to protect that box all this way. Hans scoffed, "Do not make it sound any worser than it is. It's not as serious as you're making it out to be. Also, I informed you that Winnie scavenged medicine from the pharmacy for everyone. She's putting her life at risk for all of humanity." He stated as his gaze swept over everyone. "Any of you got an issue with that?" The deck fell into complete silence, except for the increasingly frequent thuds of zombies crashing against the barbed wire. Suddenly, a barbed wire snapped with a clang, and a rotting arm reached through.

I wouldn't fight zombies head-on. As long as I had enough food, I could hole up in my apartment and survive. One extra day was a win. With that decided, I wasted no time. I joined the chaos of looters scavenging for supplies. Society was collapsing. Everyone was scrambling to find the strongest pets to survive. I used the confusion to slip into the supermarket warehouse, carrying out hundreds of pounds of rice, flour, and cooking oil in batches. Nothing on the shelves escaped my haul. Even my tiny, secondhand car couldn't hold it all. I stocked half my apartment with drinking water alone.

But when they looked at me, their eyes were filled with contempt, saying my sister generously gave me the multimillion-dollar inheritance and the estate, yet I showed no gratitude at all. They wondered how the Shaw family had produced such an ungrateful brat. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Sharon didn’t genuinely want the convenience store. She only knew that in one month, a zombie virus would sweep across the globe. By then, money would be worthless, while the supplies inside that tiny store would become the key to survival. But what Sharon didn’t know was that in the apocalypse, having supplies meant nothing. The real challenge was keeping them in your hands.

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

By the end of a fortnight, the compound had another twenty recovered zombies joining their cause. Kendra and Rex were kept busy hunting to keep food on the table. Eddie proved to be an adept hunter. He also was wise to the areas that the zombies favored. They took advantage of both of these things whenever possible.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

All I could remember was the fact that I had a system, and the apocalypse was coming soon. I withdrew all my savings and stocked up on supplies. There was food, water, medicine, weapons, gas, seedlings… I rushed to all the wholesale markets across the city, buying up everything I possibly could, filling my rented apartment and three rented warehouses to the brim. A day before the apocalypse, I drove out of this city in my modified four-wheeler. It was just that I sometimes felt like there should be someone next to me, but I just couldn't remember who that might be.

I was on the queue with my filled cart, as if there was about to be famine like the olden days. It seemed so and it seemed i wasn’t the only one panic shopping, most of the aisles were empty and a few messed up. They would hear of this certain product that supposedly kills covid and their gullible asses will clear it out from the store. When the sanitizers came out as a preventive measure, it went scarce with a hike in price. Even nose masks had a hike in price.

Zeke said smugly. The truck’s horn blared a second time, longer and louder than the first. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. We wouldn’t have bothered with the thing, but the Vampire’s already in the safe haven needed supplies. Among the usual lot of clothing, first-aid, and hygiene products was a fresh shipment of blood-bags.

“The MegaStore stocks a lot of camping supplies… I’m really surprised that you guys haven’t prepped better. There are things in there like solar showers, flashlights, solar panels, solar powered cooking equipment…” “There are what?” Aislen stared at him open mouthed. “Is a solar shower hot?” “Yes,” he blinked at her. “That’s sort of the whole idea. There might even be portable generators… That is if others haven’t scavenged them in the interim. Like I said,” he looked faintly irritated. “I’m surprised that no one has done something more practical.” “That would be because we’ve been living day to day trying to survive the invading army and the zombies,” Aislen pointed out dryly. “And we’ve be