Zombie Outbreak Novels & Stories

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

explained Lisa. “What is that?” asked Nestie. “What are they reenacting?” “Remember what I told you about the Day of the Ember Ghost? This is more like a continuation. People would roleplay on the streets on how the ember ghost had haunted Cardena and how he captured his victims,” explained Lisa. “Think Halloween Party Cardena-style!” “Sounds interesting!” exclaimed Nestie.

If you Zapped someone for too long, apparently you could kill them, Lars warned me. I was number 2 and Braiden was number 3. The remote was programmed with enough numbers to account for the whole Pack, I couldn’t help but notice. I pointed the remote at Lars and pressed the big button. Lars sparked violently and silently, instantly starting to foam at the mouth a little, and collapsed to the ground. He twitched hard a couple times, involuntary lurches over the leaves. His hands clawed automatically at his throat, but it was of course no use. Once a collar was on you, there was no way for you to tear it off or break it, he had told me. Only the cursed remote.

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

What she failed to see was that it had all been hard-earned through my own efforts and sacrifices. Over the years of fighting alongside Shawn, I knew exactly how he thought. I told him straight, "In 13 days, the zombies will appear. The serum from the Westfound lab has leaked, and the world is about to face a crisis." As expected, Shawn looked at me like I was crazy, but he didn't outright call me insane. "You're Shawn Decker. Your parents are district commanders, and your grandfather is…" I raised my finger, pointing to the top. "He's the second-in-command."

“And you’re sure this is the only way?” Serena nodded. “The visions are getting stronger. The virus is spreading beyond the university. We don’t have much time.” The air between them grew thick with tension. Kael’s thumb brushed her lower lip. Damien’s fingers traced her collarbone. The promise of what was coming hung heavy in the air — raw, desperate, and inevitable. One of the human survivors cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… we’re still here.” Kael growled. “Then stay quiet.”

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

"Dr. Anderson discovered that one specific herd of cattle possessed a completely unique, dormant strain of a synthetic growth hormone hidden deep in its genetic makeup. This herd became a silent carrier. They showed absolutely no symptoms of sickness whatsoever, meaning they passed every standard health screening." Michelle took over, her voice dropping to a tense whisper. "Because they looked completely healthy, the entire herd was processed and sent to commercial markets before the collapse. Once people ate the contaminated meat, the dormant strain reacted with the human immune system. It mutated instantly, serving as the biological catalyst that triggered the widespread outbreak of the zo

••••• Alexander was sitting on a sofa in the living room watching the news, it was 3 am and the reports of zombies had just hit the air an hour ago, with the warning of not going outside and to stay indoors and bracketing all doors and windows being the helpful tip to avoid the spread of virus and of course being eaten. Which actually didn’t make people stay indoors but rush out to get supplies to survive indoors, which actually made the zombie virus spread faster because those people were either eaten or became zombies. Major states such as X, B, C and D were hit the hardest because of their population size being the largest, meaning that most of the population in those cities have already

But that didn’t escalate our shock, this did. We started to hear movement somewhere around the store. Ambrose was behind us, he tried to move closer, and ‘tripped’ on something and fell. Hannah pointed her torch only for us to see that a zombie held Ambrose’s leg, before any action could be taken, the zombie dug her teeth into Ambrose’s leg which made him let out a scream of horror. “Fuck!!!” I yelled and grabbed a fire extinguisher and smashed it into the Zombie’s head as she was moving towards us.