Zombie Apocalypse Supplies Novels & Stories

Fred call everybody for house meeting and talk on how to produce the vaccine, how to set up all the equipment. Head of the family gave them space in the community they set up the equipment there after setting it. Some drugs and they're food are running out in that community and they need a zombie to use for the experiment. Jane, Fred, Cassandra, and Harrison. Left to look for food and drugs, and also try to capture One zombie. All of them head straight to the south. When they got to south, Fred and he's companion look for the biggest pharmacy in the south. They found one, there's no zombie around the door and it was locked. They force it, to opened and get inside, packed all the drugs and wi

All I could do was tell Anna to be more careful. After returning to the car, I drove in Walmart's direction immediately, knowing that I couldn't afford to waste a minute more. Thanks to my experience that I had accumulated from my previous life, I decided to abandon the fruits and vegetables, which were prone to spoiling very quickly. After the zombie outbreak, the power and water supplies would be cut off one after another. We couldn't store many types of food without refrigerators. Only food sealed in vacuum packages, like ham and potatoes, could be stored for a very long time.

"Anyone would think he predicted the apocalypse ahead of time!" Thomas snorted. "He's probably watched too many zombie movies. A thick door like this is meant to keep zombies out. Now, it's just toxic hail and freezing weather—what's a thicker door going to do? Still, if he really got brainwashed by doomsday films, then the supplies he's stockpiled are probably way beyond what we're imagining." "Exactly!" Several pairs of eyes lit up at once. That meant their haul tonight would exceed expectations. "Quick—start the feint attack!"

"Why would I hand over supplies just because you say so? I'm not some big shot. Exposing my information doesn't really mean much. If you're not afraid of dying, go ahead and leak it." The man on the other end let out a mocking chuckle. "But what if people find out you're the one who took the supplies missing from the Volmart warehouse? What do you think happens then?" 'Volmart warehouse…' Those words put Cyrus on guard. Three days before the apocalypse, he had emptied thr entire Volmart South Cretora distribution center. The supplies were worth billions.

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.

Unfortunately, another zombie squeezed through the window and clamped its maw around his right arm. Sounds of bones cracking crackled in the air. Then, the zombie tore off Wade's whole arm. He let out a bloodcurdling screech before the pain knocked him out. The vehicle was torn apart. The two were about to be zombie chow when high-explosive incendiaries exploded around the horde, causing a pillar of flame to shoot into the skies. Wade had evidence of the camp leader taking the emergency supplies given by the military for himself. So, he had to save Wade. Thus, he sent out the camp's top rescue squad to save him.

Another text message immediately appeared in my inbox, and he sounded urgent. "How could you not be at home? Didn't you say that you were going to open the door for me?" A few seconds later, he seemed to have noticed that his tone had been a little too rough, so he followed it up with another text message. "Did you go out gathering supplies again, babe? It's okay. I'll wait for you at the door." Before the zombie outbreak heightened, I had told him that I would be going out to stockpile as many supplies as I possibly could, so there wasn't much to be suspicious about my statement earlier.

I thrust my gun into the left holster, walking to my backpack on the ground waiting for me. The exciting feeling of relief suddenly cut short as I get closer. I lift my bag, but the weight sent disappointment down to my stomach. My feet turn cold as I dig into the bag, the zips are open, and the contents are gone. My shotgun, my packed food, my ammunition, everything is gone. For a while, I wondered what occurred here. Zombies don't ransack supply bags, certainly they ain't the one who took the guns and supplies. Eddy and the others left before us, did they come back to get the supplies?

This was the perfect hiding spot. After deciding on the hiding spot, I quickly began my plan to hoard provisions. I started by visiting the supermarket nearest to the college and bought most of the bottled water they had in stock. After that, I bought ten boxes each of instant ramen and canned food, as well as several large packs of snacks and chips. I also purchased large quantities of medical supplies for common illnesses like heat stroke and fever from the drugstore. I had to forgo items such as ice cream due to a lack of proper equipment.

"The Colonel's report also mentioned you were being held hostage by the rioters. For your own safety, we cannot risk entering the lockdown zone." The line went dead. I slammed my fist on the radio. Marcus slid down the wall. “We’ve been abandoned…” More screams echoed from the floor above. More zombies were getting in. Martha looked at me, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Scarlett. Follow me. To the back of the storage room.” I followed her to a locked cabinet in the far corner. She produced a key, opened the lock, and revealed an old hunting rifle and several boxes of shells.