Zombie Exodus Novels & Stories

In the rearview mirror, I saw her chase after us before collapsing. Dustin hobbled out, trying to pull her back, and they struggled on the ground. Then, several zombies emerged from the shadows. Those were high-tier ones. Emilia screamed and fired, but her gun was empty of bullets.

“Besides, your door wasn’t locked as well, Ellie.” At that very moment, I took a mental note. ‘Always knock at the door.’ Taking a deep breath, I pointed at the exit. “Ok, fine. You have saved my life. Now, leave. I am busy.” Zack’s gaze slid to the balcony. “Busy?” “Yeah!” His voice hardened. “I can see that. You are very busy killing yourself.” “You!” I shot back at him. “I already told you… hey!” I was in the middle of my explanation when Zack bent forward, and the next moment, the floor vanished beneath my feet.

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

Burned shells of cars, broken windows, dead bodies, and other zombies litter the street I'm currently on, just as they do everywhere else. I lifted my backpack higher over my shoulder, fastening the straps tighter, before starting off at a jog down the alley I'm currently nestled in. It's a dead-end, which gives the zombies only one point of entry. If it comes down to a fight, it will be easier to kill them if they're bunched together. I reached the fire escape of the apartment building I'm holed up in, and I began to climb. I've left it down in case I ever need to make a quick getaway, and I pulled the ladder up behind me now. I passed the second story windows and keep climbing.

"It's a looped space! There's no exit! Whether it's the door or the window, it's all a dead end!" On my third pass by the 16th-floor window, I saw a face—No. 99 stood there, sans his mask. He just looked down at me plummeting over and over. His eyes were full of deep pity as he reached out through the window, a handgun in his grip. "Stop wasting your energy." His voice cut through the wind, faint but unnervingly clear. "The boundary is hard-locked. You're not going to find a bug." Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

Of course, I still have the darn jar. It’s James’s. Or, rather, it used to be James’s. He would throw all his spare change into it whenever. I would laugh at him for using cash at all, and he’d argue that when the zombie apocalypse hit and card readers stopped working, he would be the only one ready for it. “Classic James” I mutter under my breath, shaking the cup once more. This should’ve been thrown away ages ago. So why is it still here? I stare at the jar for a long moment before shaking my head. No way. Not going there. I don’t have time for a trip down memory lane. I’ve got things to do. A life to live. Dishes to wash.

Selena interjected, "Please help her get her medical report, Mr. Jenkins. We'll just have a brief chat." I lifted my hand to hold Zachary's hand and squeezed it. "Come over to the fire escape after you get my report. We'll be there." Zachary understood me immediately. He turned around and left. Selena walked around to the back of my wheelchair and pushed me toward the fire exit. After positioning my hands near the brakes, I prompted, "Go ahead. What is it?" While Selena pushed the wheelchair, she said, "Do you know how much I hate you? I could've had a happy family. Everything was gone the moment you regained consciousness."

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"