Zombie Post Apocalyptic Books Novels & Stories

It had been a year since the apocalypse. A year after the nuclear disaster, it wasn't the plants or animals that mutated first—it was the virus. Less than ten percent of humanity escaped infection, and most of those unlucky few were picked off early, torn apart by zombies. Zombies had no brains or senses; they mindlessly attacked anything that moved. But my dad? He was different. The day the outbreak started, it was just another ordinary day for our family, working in our little grocery store. It was business as usual.

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

Rem said as he moved further into the room, with me following behind him. “That makes sense, I suppose, but you can’t keep everyone out either, so I assume you keep tabs on those who live here?” I asked curiously as I looked at the books as we passed by. I spotted a collection of vampire books, some of which were quite popular. All of them were fictional, however, so I had my question answered with that.

Dozens of glowing level-one and level-two zombie cores tore free from the mangled corpses, flying through the air in a glittering stream straight into her storage space. Once the battlefield was picked clean, she expanded her pocket dimension further. In an instant, she drew the pristine Beast, Briggs, Jake, Julian, Jolie, and Kailee directly into her storage space, leaving the blood-soaked highway entirely empty. The eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic winter settled back over the underpass, the frozen wind whistling through the empty concrete pillars. "Let's take a break," Joanna muttered to herself as she stepped into the safe haven of her domain to join her crew, vanishing completely f

“That’s very Slaughterhouse-Five of you.” For those who don’t know, Slaughterhouse-Five is probably the most famous book by Kurt Vonnegut. Although it’s an anti-war story about the firebombing of Dresden during World War II, it’s also a science fiction novel. Among other insane plot points, the main character and a woman he’s never met get abducted by aliens and put in a zoo on the aliens’ home planet, where the extraterrestrials watch them exactly like humans would watch a pair of chimpanzees in a cage here on Earth.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money. At 23, fresh out of college, I had been full of ambition, thinking I could make something of myself. Two years later, I had become the bottom of the food chain, feeling guilty for even stepping over a sewer rat. Looking back, I realized: the four of us, the family I had built, had survived together through every hardship. And now, the apocalypse was coming. With the apocalypse, there would come zombies. Strong, fast, countless. A single bite from those teeth, top and bottom, was lethal.

A lot of the remaining merchandise is scattered around the floor or turned on its side on its shelf, having been overlooked during the first couple weeks of the zombie apocalypse. Aaron holds up a can of horseradish sauce and grimaces before setting it back down on the shelf. We don't have room to carry back any condiments that we don't have much use for. Things like horseradish, relish, or honey mustard sauce aren't a necessity and can't keep someone nourished and alive. Aaron climbs up the shelf to look at the top row, and he comes back down with three dented cans of baked beans that somebody missed. He drops them into my basket with a smile.