Zombie Fallout Series Novels & Stories

I could feel my heartbeat increasing. "Fuck!" Lorenzo cursed. "I'm out too" he said swapping swapping his rifle with his Beretta, he cocked it and sent a bullet to the head of a zed that got dangerously close to the pallet walls, with it's brain matter splattering on the pallet. The stench of decay filled the air immediately but we didn't give a damn, we're used to it anyways. "Smith try to contact Dave or Mark, Austin will cover your position" I said slapping off one of the infected that tried to climb the forklift with my gun.

“Didn’t you say that there were intelligent ones on the surface?” “Not like this,” Kendra admitted. “Perhaps they start out like this and then regress,” Felix suggested. “Maybe these zombies are newly made. After all, look how long it took for the brains to be destroyed with the amazons.” Kendra nodded. “Good point.” Then with a slow shake of her head, she added, “We can’t waste a second, yet I have no idea what to do.” Pete thought for a minute. “Do you think there might be an underground entrance? While in the military, we found that most of our enemies had secret escape routes in the event of an emergency evacuation. Maybe they do too.”

I didn’t want to talk about that aspect of my past, but my brain had fastened on another line of thought that I did want to discuss. Encouraging my friend to take a seat, I sipped on my tea as I looked down at the bubbles almost overflowing the tub in order to gather my thoughts. My mind had drifted further into the past, linking my errant thoughts until they led towards an epiphany, and I blurted it out without pausing to consider how it would come off, “Everyone from the fallout shelter I survived in is dead.” Jerking her head back, Katya laughed disbelievingly, “Well, damn. It’s no wonder you’re so depressed. Just lay it out for me, Zoe.”

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

Making my whole world seem darker as I realized I was already infected with his evil. I dropped the back of my wrist against my forehead in frustration. Feeling so hopeless that I felt the heat of a tear trailing my cheek. And another soon after that. It wasn’t long before I released the tidal wave and let them pour from my eyes. Finally in a safe sanctuary I was able to grieve who and what I’d lost. Who I was before Mathis began his tormenting. So many names rolled through my mind. Mathis, Bethanie, Veline, Udora…And countless others whose names I didn’t even know.

he said. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything. Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway. “Dad,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked on mine again. “My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking. “Pleasure to meet you.” Liar. There was no pleasure here. Only fire. And I was already burning.

"So, how soon can we get everyone organized?" "A few days." Elias shrugged. "I'd like to hit Nightshade in waves. We'll attack with the wolves first, and then the witches, and then the vampires will come in." A broad grin spread across his face. "They won't know what hit them." Eve nodded, reaching over and giving Elias's hand a gentle squeeze. "Sounds like a good plan." Elias smiled but casually pulled his hand away. My inner wolf was ready to tear out her throat. We spent the rest of the afternoon planning until it was dinner time.

The room temperature seemed to drop instantly. An invisible fear enveloped us. Just then, Poppy’s smartwatch, which she had been fiddling with, finally connected to Castiel’s phone. “Daddy, hurry home! Zombies are in the base!” Hearing his daughter’s words, Castiel grew impatient. “Stop spouting nonsense! How could zombies suddenly get into the base? Daddy is busy. Can you please stop bothering me?” June urgently shouted into the phone, “Castiel, we’re not spouting nonsense! Zombies are already inside the base! Hurry back with reinforcements and save us!”

The zombie and virus outbreak had ended all wars. Schools started being built within the safe zone, and our children resumed their studies. Everything and everyone seemed filled with hope. … There were 30 days to go until the wave of zombies attacked. It was Thanksgiving Day, and people temporarily set aside their sorrows. A bonfire burned in the safe zone with turkeys and pumpkin pies baking around it. Everyone gathered to have fun before we shut our eyes and prayed for safety. That was the day I started getting nightmares again. I dreamed of Joyce, who'd been ripped to shreds in kindergarten in my past life. I also dreamed of myself being eaten up by zombies.

Fred's severed head fell to the ground with a thud. (Author's Note: The term "I give you mercy" was from Z Nation. A TV show in America is mainly about zombies, and the show comes right after another TV show called Black Summer.) I screamed at what I saw because we are not used to seeing such a scene every day, right? Coco gagged and we hurried to leave when Uncle Jim told us to leave and that he would be the one to bury Fred. Cole was driving and Chito was next to him. Coco and I are behind them.