Zombie Apocalypse Survivor Novels & Stories

Andrew was caught completely off guard, crashing right into the arms of the zombie. "Mr. Greene!" I called out, instantly activating my power, and tried to rush forward. Yet, it was still too late. The zombie's sharp claws had ripped through Andrew's heart. Alison returned after retrieving a hand grenade from the guardhouse, and she flung it at them. The massive explosion blew both Andrew and the zombie to shreds. Upon hearing the commotion, Jeffrey and Lucas rushed over with reinforcements. Then, they heard Alison screaming her accusations at me, "Juliet, why didn't you save Mr. Greene sooner?"

"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.

It had woken up later than usual. “Come on, I want to show you something.” Zane said as soon as I woke up. it was like he had been waiting for me. I frowned but followed him anyway. We went toward my room but stopped in my tracks when I saw the damage. The roof was gone. I glanced at Zane. “It happened last night.”

I initially thought my teammates would welcome me, and my wife would hug me, but instead, the vehicle's door was firmly locked. Roars belonging to high-tier zombies came from every direction. Overhead, micro drones trained their cams on me, showing the camp's survivors how wounded and in despair I was. 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.

That weekend, I staked out the entrance of the military academy and successfully found Shawn Decker—the leader of the survivor base in my past life. Although he had been an ordinary college junior before the apocalypse, he came from a military family. Both his parents were district commanders, and his grandfather was the legendary second-in-command. As a natural leader, he awakened three types of abilities after the apocalypse and built the survivor base with an iron hand. Before I died, his base had grown to be the largest in the country, sheltering a hundred thousand people and even developing a zombie vaccine. Sadly, I never lived to witness it. He glared at me and asked, "What do you wan

"He fled with the traitor scientist, Eliana Mushi. They went deep, General. Past the habitable levels and into the Dead Zone." "The Dead Zone," Nyosi mused, looking at the thermal scans on her datapad. "Unstable volcanic vents, high sulfur content, and a localized mutation of the Starfall virus that creates... less than desirable outcomes. If the boy is as resilient as the Mbeya reports suggest, he is still alive." "I sent the Mark-IV Sweeper drones," Kazi said. "They are programmed to find and terminate. He won't make it to the lower basin." "Recall the Sweepers," Nyosi ordered.

But in the apocalypse, water was the most precious resource. Their expedition provoked the horde of zombies and shattered the fragile peace we had built. The zombies were relentlessly hunting us down.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

You think there is no tomorrow because they want it over as soon as possible. Under Brandon's unwavering leadership, they remained undeterred by the challenges they faced, fueled by the knowledge that their efforts could mean the difference between life and death for countless others. Hannah, Marcky, and Brandon ventured into the surrounding community, their mission being to clear the area of any lingering threats. Armed with their weapons and fueled by a sense of purpose, they methodically swept through the streets, eliminating any remaining zombies that crossed their path. With Jarvis's keen ability to detect the presence of the undead, they moved with caution and precision, ensuring the s

Everything that followed replayed in her mind like a broken record. He was dazed. Terrified. Hurt. He felt alone. She remembered the last moments: she remembered being on her knees, feeling lost. She remembered the animal wiping his tears away, and she remembered that before he thought he would die, Fox pulled him out before the rest of the roof collapsed on him. But something the rest who managed to escape don't know is that the snowflake is still alive. They assume he's dead. Dead along with the others, along with his family.