Zombie Survival Novels & Stories

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

My room had sealed windows, soft corners, no mirror, no lock, and a camera that watched me without blinking. A nurse stayed outside all day. If I sat up, she asked what I needed. If I stared too long at the window, she stepped closer. If I closed my eyes, someone came in to check whether I was still breathing. I had never been so trapped. I begged the Program in my head. “End it for me.” 【Isabella, I do not have permission to terminate your life. After mission failure, you must complete the exit yourself.】 Even death had rules.

I was nothing more than a surrogate they hired. Their original plan was to stress me out with a diet of high-cholesterol meat and the grief of losing loved ones, hoping I would die in an accident and they could inherit my dad's fortune and cash in on a fat insurance policy. However, when I jumped from the upstairs and ended up in a coma, only to wake up soon after, they panicked about being found out and crafted a fake reality around me, a true Truman Show. In the sterile quiet of the hospital room, the past year's nightmare played out again. They pumped me full of drugs that twisted reality, convincing me I was given a second chance at life.

Honestly, it scared me… “ I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to laugh… It’s just these last 4 days, we didn’t know if we were going to lose you, we thought we’d never find Mrs. Martinez’s body, but eventually we did. We all thought she was sick, and couldn’t make it out of the bed, but she was in the living room right next to the kitchen and the fireplace. You flew back so far and hit your head. I don’t have a lot of medical equipment here and so we all just took turns gathered around you watching over you. Honestly I am glad you brought the medical supplies you did. It has definitely helped you. As far as Mrs. Martinez… She wasn’t so lucky.” Allison POV

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

“Would you rather fight to survive in a robot apocalypse or a zombie apocalypse?” A giggle bursts from my lips and I relax in his hold, looping my arms around his neck and sinking down onto him. “Zombie. My brothers are always playing this zombie hunting video game, so they’d be able to protect me for sure.” I reach to sweep his damp hair back off his forehead, gazing into those dazzling eyes of his and tilting my head in question. “You?” His lips tip into a grin. “Same. I’d rather fight something living. Easier to kill.”

It would be hard to go through these them, but they would undoubtedly win. In the actual world, many people would form various groups/religions representing the end of civilization. Accept it. At the same time, many people will not allow governments to employ force against zombies since they will be considered as citizens in their eyes. This is particularly true when it comes to democracy. The only countries that will also be able to get through this quagmire or survive the lengthiest will be totalitarian dictatorships such as China, Russia, and others. I don't see much optimism for the rest of the planet. When I began to slow down, Justine squeezed my hand and tugged me along. "Come on, we

The zombie falls on me and I push it aside. Hurriedly, I got up again, only to find out that I'm surrounded by hungry zombies ready to tear me up, almost twenty of them. I try to grab my rifle, but a zombie already kick it aside while shuffling to me. The zombies flooded around me, though I kill some with my knife, but it's not enough. Soon, the zombies overpowered me, dipping their nails into my body then a rough, tiny zombie lady sink her teeth into my neck. In a matter of seconds, my whole body is covered in blood as they feasted on me, Zombie bite is a mix of extreme pain and irritation.

Zane sat there by the roadside, nibbling on a piece of bread that he had found. It was his seventh day on Earth, and he wished that he was dead in his own planet rather than starving on Earth and striving to keep his identity as a werewolf , safe. He hadn't had a nice meal or good food in three days. Zane didn't know if he was gonna survive. And old lady passing by, stopped to smile at him and handed him what looked like a sandwich.