Zombie Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

I walk through the crowd of people conversely to see the source of danger and my eyes almost bulges out. Zombies swarm across the hole from above the leaking ceiling of the base. Endlessly falling and tumbling to the ground chasing and biting people with their disgustingly sharp teeth..! Blood saturating the ground with rotten smells and tiny worms splattered around the base. "This is the apocalypse?!" I have never seen one before. This is the first. "Help..! Aaaaahh!" A rotting zombie takes hold of a child and is about to bite her. My hand trembles but I pick up my courage and...

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

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.

(Ken) Two of them stupefied by my weird list, their eyes alternate between me and the list. "....…Apocalypse Survival shelter?…..I'm sure it's gonna be crucial when zombies roam around..or something like that?….". ".......well make sense, you definitely need that if the zombie apocalypse does happen….". (Terry) "Yeah, make sense…it's realistic to planned early, better safe than sorry right....". (Ken)

"I don't think so." "That is a bad answer." "I don't know. I ran. I fell. My cousin—" His voice breaks. "My cousin got grabbed." Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There is always a cousin. A mother. A husband. A kid. A person just out of reach. The apocalypse does not arrive as an event. It arrives as a series of missing names. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Lift your shirt. Slowly." Skinny ribs. Bruises. No bite marks.

Not even after death. Ten years in the apocalypse were brutal. Surviving alone was hard, but running from an obsessed brother with powers was another kind of hell. Vera learned to sleep lightly, hide her tracks, lie with a straight face, fight dirty, and leave before anyone could decide she was useful enough to trap. She killed zombies, mutants, mutated animals, and people who had stopped being better than the dead. She survived heat, cold, hunger, poison rain, infected wounds, broken shelters, and nights when she had to stay awake because the scratching outside the walls did not stop.

I was floating above hundreds of dead people, surrounded by fire and the first thing he wanted to know was whether I was hurt. “I don’t know.” His face changed. “What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked concerned laced his every word. “I don’t know what is happening.” the fire suddenly grew brighter. The dead people all lifted their heads. Julian stepped back. I looked behind me. every single one of them was staring at me. they began to move.

"Don't! That's high-purity nano repair compound. There are only three cans left in the entire shelter!" My vision went red. If the core melted down without it, nothing could save us! "Zach, you're quite the actor."

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

Meanwhile, the zombies had already begun swarming up from below. The Soldatos immediately fired their submachine guns continuously, putting so many bullet holes in the attacking zombies they might as well have been sieves. Papa's back was broad and reliable in this apocalyptic world. I feared nothing as long as he was there beside me. When we finally rushed out of the apartment building, I realized that the scene outside was far more horrific than I had ever imagined. The streets were littered with burning vehicles and mangled corpses missing a limb or two, and zombies swarmed the streets in hordes.