Zombie Fallout Series Novels & Stories

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

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”

Yet, he dropped into a swift side roll, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it hard. He might have been the team's weakest link, but he was still miles better than Esmeralda. I tuned him out and focused only on mowing down the horde of zombies that kept pouring in. Noah, however, looked like a different person. He weaved through the horde with quick, precise strikes. When the last zombie dropped dead, only our ragged breathing remained in the lab. Fortunately, we had stocked up on ammunition and weapons before setting out, and we were in better shape than before. That was the only reason we made it out unscathed.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

Another disaster soon followed. In the span of a single night, the entire supply of processed serum stored in the base was contaminated by an unknown fungus. The serum was the lifeblood of the base. It was the source of every survivor's courage to leave the safety of the base to fight the zombies. And now, panic spread through the entire base like a plague. "Did you hear the news? All the serum reserves can no longer be used!" "What are we supposed to do now? If another zombie horde comes, we're screwed!"

Matt complained while slumping against the wall. He pulled out his comm to see if he could contact rescue. But in the next moment, his face went completely pale as the latest news report came in. "Fynora will have continuous heavy rain for the next month. As rain increases zombie mobility and attack strength, the safe zones will not send rescue teams to this state…" The news reporter chirped on, "But do not worry, residents have already been relocated and there are no new zombies…" Clara clutched her makeup bag to her chest and shrank into Ryan's arms as my squad trained their hateful gazes at her. Ryan held her tightly.

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. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

After a night of the cold front's purge, the survivor count had settled at 5,000,211. Another two million gone. The ones who'd made it through had clearly woken up to the game's brutality. [Buying Universal Fuel!] [Buying tires! Mine are almost shredded!] [That monster last night was terrifying. My door nearly got ripped off. I need to upgrade my sports car!] ... Ten minutes later, Jake closed the system. From the chatter, he'd gathered some useful intel. Killing zombies dropped upgrade blueprints, Universal Fuel, weapons, bread, water, razors, medicine...

shrieked the chieftain with rage. More presbyters fell defending the Sanctuary, their blood contributing to the thick red sea drenching the floors of the compound. The Zombies came prepared; every one of them was immensely powerful and they suffered minimal losses. "Doom is upon you all. Nothing will save you now," gloated the Zombie chieftain wickedly. Bang! Yue Fandie collapsed, spewing copious amounts of blood. The pair of Eighth-grade Zombie Kings he was fighting against had managed to defeat him.