Zombie Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

I muttered a thank you as we watched the zombies with thier hands out stretched approaching us. Lester positioned his arms and shot straight into the skull of what looked like a teenage zombie. She was wearing a already rotten miniskirt with crop top and I could still see some strings of hair on her head. I then raised my gun and aimed it at what seemed to be a worker and shot it. The bullet went straight into the skull as the zombie fell back shook for sometime then stopped moving. We cleared the zombies, took our bags and got the hell out of there. As we got to the truck, we had to fill the tank with gas. Moe also grabbed some gallons and filled them with gas just incase we ran out so we w

He speedily reacted, his tone seeming somehow protective in spite of our short acquaintance, before he persisted, “It’s risky, but the rewards are worth it. I hunt for supplies in the abandoned dwellings I come across, but I’ve been having to search further and further from our home base as everything gets picked over. I’m also one of the mechanics when I’m not off scouting, so it was fortunate I was out this way today.” He’d added the last part almost as an afterthought, but I was more than grateful for his presence, knowing I wouldn’t be here otherwise. I listened intently to Gage as he tried to acquaint me with everything that he thought I needed to know about this post-apocalyptic world

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

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.

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.

It made it easier and faster for the people to enter the east. Gunshots would ring out after one another, and every time Farrah hears it, she would flinch. It wasn’t as if she never heard of it, it was just that every time that sound would stop, it means someone is either dead or on the verge of it. It took several hours before the ability-holders finally eliminated the two zombies, with 23 people as casualties. She heard cries of agony throughout the night, yet no one dared to comfort them. In this world where having to live a day is a blessing, there’s no use of drowning yourself in agony. You must be strong, because maybe tomorrow—you’re the next one to perish.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

I clarified. Pierce nodded once. “Okay, I’m listening.” “That’s actually a good idea,” Ford admitted. Hayes took a sip from his drink. “Who starts?” Pierce looked around the group. “Alright. First question.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Who’s most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse?” Almost immediately, everybody pointed at Hayes. Hayes looked unimpressed. “Obviously.” “Nobody will argue about that,” Ford muttered. Leo pointed proudly at himself. “I would survive too.”

} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her. “Then what do you know?” she demanded. {Environmental movement is increasing.} Amanda stared at the message, waiting for something more useful. Nothing appeared. For once, A.R.I.S. had no answer, and that frightened her. She swallowed and tried again. “Is this connected to the catastrophe?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's chest tightened. “Can you calculate what happens next?” {Current data remains incomplete.} Her fear deepened with every second that passed. “What about the original environmental model?” Amanda asked, already dreading the answer. A.R.I.S. remained silent for a moment before responding. {Th

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur