Zombies Storyline Novels & Stories

Cities crumbling to dust, oceans boiling, and wolves… millions of wolves, starving, dying, their bodies withering away. “Look closely,” she whispered. I looked. The wolves in the projection weren’t just dying. They were changing. Losing their fur. Their flesh turning grey, their limbs elongating, their eyes turning to silver circuitry to survive the toxic atmosphere. They were turning into her. My stomach plummeted. “That’s…” “Us,” Voss finished softly. “The future.” The room spun. “We didn’t come from the stars, Zara. We came from tomorrow.” She turned back to the console, her voice taking on a terrifying, rhythmic cadence.

Ten days to rewrite the script of my death and carve a new ending. The vision shifted again, the city flickering like a glitch in a dream. The smoke cleared enough for me to see a massive shadow moving in the distance—larger than any zombie I had seen before. Its roar shook the ground. My heart froze. That hadn’t existed in my first life. Echo’s mist swirled protectively around me. “The storm approaches. Watch, learn, and prepare. What you see is only the beginning. Survival is a chain—each link forged before the night falls.”

The leg that used to limp looked strong now. "Daddy, don't say that. We're your babies." Yeah. They're my kids. Not monsters. Not monsters. It's the system. That's why they can talk. Even ready for it, I still flinched when Bubba spoke again. "We don't belong here." They were from thirty years in the future. The apocalypse had dragged on for decades. Zombies evolved first. Then the guardian pets leveled up after them. Some turned into power types. Some got crazy fast. Others unlocked special abilities.

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.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

My body had even started rotting away. The news spread through the entire base as swiftly as the zombie virus had overtaken the humans. Mom and Dad kneeled in front of my grave. "We were wrong, Brielle… W-We just wanted to protect Beckett…" Mom said, her voice weak. "He was the hope for all humanity… We had no choice…" Listening to her feeble excuses, I felt utterly repulsed. Meanwhile, my death was the spark that ignited the fury of all the other survivors in the base.

He stopped pounding and collapsed outside. At that moment, footsteps and roars rose from the distant stairwell and grew denser and louder. Julian's screams, along with the fresh blood from his leg, had drawn every zombie in the building toward him. In the darkness, more than a dozen pairs of faint green eyes locked onto Julian on the floor. Roar! The horde surged into the hallway like a flood breaking through a dam and instantly surrounded him. "Ah!" The zombies pounced on Julian, their sharp teeth tearing open his throat, ripping into his chest, and pulling out his organs. In unbearable regret and pain, Julian watched helplessly as his body was torn apart piece by piece.

" I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowers, so we'd finally have the power to protect ourselves in this apocalypse. "Damn it… I almost forgot about you while dealing with the two losers." The bald leader was about to charge forward and hack at the door when a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street. The fresh scent of blood had drawn an even larger horde. Zombies poured in like a tidal wave, and their glowing red eyes were a terrifying sight in the darkness. "Boss, the zombies are here! Run!" The remaining tugs were scared out of their wits. They grabbed their raving leader and bolted, while the lat

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

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