Zombie Apocalypse Survivor Novels & Stories

escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money. At 23, fresh out of college, I had been full of ambition, thinking I could make something of myself. Two years later, I had become the bottom of the food chain, feeling guilty for even stepping over a sewer rat. Looking back, I realized: the four of us, the family I had built, had survived together through every hardship. And now, the apocalypse was coming. With the apocalypse, there would come zombies. Strong, fast, countless. A single bite from those teeth, top and bottom, was lethal.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

He had trouble focusing, he sometimes seemed like he was going to vomit and he was sweating a lot. Brie sat, playing with her hands as she thought. What if he was turning? She stared down at the floor. She had a gut feeling that something bad would happen soon. What if it was Adam? Would she have to kill him? She sighed. If he turned into a walker, she wouldn't kill him. She needed a plan. A step forward. Maybe they could join with other survivors and work to create a cure or prevention from the virus. Brie glanced at Melissa, who got back up and crawled over to Adam.

You are right a suicidal path; it was not a way to end everything but I was already buried 6 feet under so what more there was left to loose and no I was not suppose to give up but I did; I gave up; I gave up hope of living a happy and carefree normal life again; I gave up to the point of not returning to myself again. The first I attempted to kill myself was by taking a bunch of mix expired medications which took me into the depth of sleepiness; my breath being short; my body being numb; I was loosing my consciousness and I was buoyant that I was finally getting rid of all my angst; I was being taken into the darkness but only to survive; yes! I survived cause after hours of murk., my stoma

He was raised in a mansion in A state and never had friends. As a result, when the end of the world came, his only companion he had was Jayden, his Baby, and the tiger he found in the garden of the mansion when he was 13, Baby was 5 years old and very cute. But unfortunately, when the end came people started to show their real colors, the original soul had gotten a fever 6 months into the Zombie apocalypse and was very sick, the tiger went out to find him something to eat but was instead eaten, when the original soul finally went to find him he only found clean white bones.

Her right thigh was gone and the road was covered in blood. Cole avoided the woman and just kept driving. "Curse those drug addicts. They even spread the virus. Why can't they just hide in a cave?" said Chito. "I can't even imagine that the zombie apocalypse will come true," said Cole. My two older brothers kept talking there while Coco and I were just quiet here in the back. "Shit," Coco silently sighed as he looked ahead of the car. "Oh, shit," Cole and Chito said at the same time.

I said, looking at Kairo and holding the bayonet out to him. "Sis... I still can’t... I can’t do it... He used to be a person..." Kairo took the bayonet, his face pale. The overpowering stench of blood hit him, and a wave of nausea washed over him. The female zombie stared with dull, gray-white eyes, its hands stretching forward desperately. Its nose had been gnawed away, leaving two empty black holes. Its lips were gone, revealing dark red flesh and yellow-white teeth. I watched him quietly. "Brace yourself. You have to learn to get your hands dirty to survive this apocalypse."

Mia's POV The following few months are hectic. I have to go to parties with Riccardo, and the women are all very catty and awful, but I keep smiling. I have become stronger and more confident as my business is growing daily. We started generating an income after all the test runs we did. The people are downloading our games, and soon we have people advertising on our little cell phone game. Everyone is talking about the game and enjoying playing the game online. The game is about the only survivors during a zombie apocalypse. It helps people to escape their daily reality, live and play in a post-apocalyptic world and meet other players with whom they can form an alliance or fight against. We

Three months flew by and Zhi Yin is now in Y City. This past three months, Zhi Yin already gathered a lot of materials but he knew that it is not still enough, that's why he still flew to different cities to buy more as he know that only 40% of the population of Edrinon are the only one who turns into zombies while the 60% survives and arrives at the safe bases across the country and. But because of the shortage of food and other materials, in just a span of two years after the apocalypse began, 20% of the Edrinon Citizens who survive for these two year, died because of hunger and because of some common sickness that can be healed if there's only enough medicine.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.