Zombie Apocalypse Supplies Novels & Stories

" As the convoy rattled down the desolate road, Noah's tears quietly rolled down his face. No one spared him a glance. The teammate riding shotgun even cranked up the music to drown him out. … By dusk, we'd finally arrived at our destination. The gate of the abandoned research lab was half open, and the inside was pitch black. After assigning tasks to the team, we cautiously stepped inside. Esmeralda and Noah took the lead. Should zombies show up, the two of them could serve as human shields. Fortunately, the area seemed safe. We didn't come across a single zombie. Things went better than we expected. In less than half an hour, we found the precious sample stored in a frosted cabinet. I seal

“There is a gas stove. Perfectly functioning.” It wasn’t surprising. The outbreak was utterly unexpected. People left their homes as soon as they heard the news, and no one bothered bringing their things with them, much less their gas stoves. Lucky for the team, they took a cozy house. There’s even a refrigerator, but because the electricity supply stopped just a year after the apocalypse in these areas, the refrigerator’s contents were either looted by the early passing survivors or rotted inside the refrigerators for years. The three youngsters helped Farrah into preparing the utensils. They didn’t dare use anything from the house and used their utensils. They also brought water, for there

Behind her, the sound grew louder. She had gone to fetch supplies from an abandoned store in the outskirts of the city that evening. There, she met other survivors. Just as they were about to leave, one of them had unintentionally alerted the zombies, bringing their attention towards them, and now they were running. Food was almost impossible to find now, as survivors were killing each other over scraps, and the military had abandoned the city entirely. Every street smells like blood, smoke, and rotting flesh. The city had become entirely deserted, and inhabited. Every intake of air felt like chemicals and blood that burned the back of her throat. She'd gotten used to it over the past five y

The cards were useless now. I walked back into my bedroom. Sat on the edge of the bed. I needed to plan. I had thirty days. I needed to buy -perishable food, water purification tablets, medical supplies and a lot of fuel. I needed a place to hide. My current apartment was on the third floor, which was good for avoiding the initial panic on the streets but the doors were just cheap wood. A strong zombie or a desperate human could kick it down in seconds. "LUS " I called out into the room. "You mentioned a reward. Dimensional Storage. How does that work?"

The IPad is connected to the system that Sean designed, supposed to be used for his company if he didn't become a doctor and chairman of Richforte Hospital. While browsing, all I could see are posts from civilians who are still surviving the pandemic— from the parasites. Pictures and videos of ruined cities and neighborhoods from all around the world, the current situation where if you wouldn't become one of the zombies or if you wouldn't be dead by their attacks, you'll die in starvation because there is no food supply. In their situation, they have no choice but to steal food from abandoned houses and grocery stores but it's also hard because of the infecteds lurking around.

On the second day of Apocalypse, the Supermarket Mall is still surrounded by many zombies. They are not the only survivors. There are some survivors from other areas like who hide inside the Gas Station storage room. Fortunately, the station has a gate which prevented the zombies on entering the area. Because of this, they can come and go anytime without the surprise attack of zombies. However, foods and drinks are the main point of survival. They have to look for food in order to accumulate enough strength to fight against them.

I said and they both looked at him. “Jason, first of all, there are God damn Zombies walking freely on the streets, and no grocery store will be open!” Hannah lamented. “Wasn’t planning on buying groceries,” I said. “Are you suggesting we loot?” Ambrose retorted. “Yes, I am. We have no other choice, do we?” I asked. Hannah continuously shook her head in disagreement. “No...No...No! We won’t risk our lives,” She said. “If we don’t, we will die of hunger, so in whatever way, we’re still risking our lives,” I said.

There was heavy rain then, and people had rejoiced at getting water. But the next morning zombies became faster and stronger. Even if the men didn't come along, she'd have gotten more resources. In the apocalypse resources was one thing you can never have enough of. It's just like money, but even more important. It can be used to save your life, to get a house, not that she needed a house. In summary, resources means power. Lots of resources meant even greater power. And resources weren't limited to just food, water, daily supplies and zombie cores. In this life, she wanted to be the one with the most power.

Alex ordered Sharon looked around. Her resort was being overrun. The walls wouldn't hold and the security measures weren't enough She needed something more powerful. Her Spatial Storage. Sharon closed her eyes and looked at the endless expanse she had discovered. She had stored various supplies there, but she had never experimented with retrieving objects through the system She reached out and grasped something heavy. When she pulled it free, Alex's eyes widened "Where did that come from?" Sharon ignored him. She raised the weapon and fired. A deafening explosion rocked the area and the front line of infected fell

Would she keep her promise to Yves, or would she stoop to the lowest and vilest level of humanity when survival was on the line? … The rescue squad was coming, and we had more than enough resources to keep us alive until then. The promise of abundance gave Yvonne confidence. She and Yves started eating through resources like they were nothing. They did their laundry with clean water from the water purifier, consumed emergency medicine like antibiotics as if they were supplements, and even took out batteries from the sanctuary's electronics just to charge their music player.