Zombie Apocalypse Survival の小説・ストーリー

Fucking hell… I forced myself to move and followed behind him in silence as we made our way to the next street. John's house was only a few metres away from where I stood and my legs slowed as I stared at the apartment for a while. “Is something wrong?” He asked and I shook my head. Everything was ruined anyway; the buildings had fallen, and there was no doubt that no one was in these houses. We kept going when we heard screams from the other side and we exchanged glances at once. One nod was all we needed as we rushed towards the sound. There were about twenty survivors who ran from the zombies. One of them, however, was on the floor, her face stricken with fear as she looked at something i

he asked, looking at me with eyes full of shock and guilt. I gritted my teeth against the pain and, without turning back, I drove my dagger straight into the zombie behind me. "Less talking. Move!" However, we were greatly outnumbered. Our resistance was wearing thin at a concerning speed. Everyone was running on empty. The air itself felt heavy with despair. Just then, a deep roar came from the sky. Three helicopters marked "HQ Special Forces" hovered overhead. "HQ rescue unit! All survivors, move toward the helicopters immediately!" Well-trained operatives dropped ropes and began extraction. The incoming reinforcements tore through the horde, forcing them back. One by one, the surviving sq

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."

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

" I stumbled back, carrying the three cats into the security room and slamming the door behind us. By the time they had been arguing outside, a few zombies had already wandered close behind. Before the apocalypse, they'd called me "saintly". But not anymore. If things were going to get deadly, survival was every one for themselves. These zombies were different—they attacked with purpose, not for feeding. Before the lion and the crocodiles could react, the infection had already spread to most of the crowd. The stench of blood thickened the air, drawing more zombies in. The landlord's crocodiles and Dominic's lion were surrounded, their throats ripped out in moments.

It had been a year since the apocalypse. A year after the nuclear disaster, it wasn't the plants or animals that mutated first—it was the virus. Less than ten percent of humanity escaped infection, and most of those unlucky few were picked off early, torn apart by zombies. Zombies had no brains or senses; they mindlessly attacked anything that moved. But my dad? He was different. The day the outbreak started, it was just another ordinary day for our family, working in our little grocery store. It was business as usual.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricted now was a foreign feeling. "Harley…" His voice came out strained and faint, but he had to push through the discomfort. "Harley… get up… you have to get up…" Despite his attempts, she didn't so much as stirr and he began to worry about the force Zander had used when he'd struck her with the gun. If he couldn't move, he couldn't help her and their fight would be over before it had even begun. His eyes fell to the side, where he could see a bright red illuminating the entire sky. The blood moon had risen, and the uprising was already underway, yet the effects of the bullet cou

They’d even taken the precaution of arranging for a wet nurse in case she didn’t survive the process. At first, Kendra didn’t understand why they were so eager for the zombie cure, since they clearly lived in a world apart from the one she’d grown up in. Then, one day an alarm was raised to announce the fact that a zombie had wandered into the village. This was her first clue that, although there was a cloak to hide the visibility of the entrance/exit of the village, it didn’t seal it. Zombies – or humans – could find themselves inside the village without knowing how they got there.