Romans & histoires Zombie Apocalypse Oc

Their fear of the gang faded. When the fighting ended, six bodies were on the ground. Four from the Titan Gang, two from the building. Zoey frowned at the sight. As a doctor, she knew those two might survive with a proper operating room, medication, and blood. In this world, none of that existed. She let out a quiet sigh. "So this is the apocalypse, huh?"

The air itself felt contaminated. The odor of decay lingered everywhere. Flies buzzed continuously through the area. Darren placed a hand on his waist and released a long sigh. "Fuck! We're here to fight monsters." Ivy climbed out of the truck and glanced toward the farm. "Oh no." Darren's shoulders dropped. "We're here to deal with rotten animal carcasses and probably human corpses as well." Fuck! "The number of dead animals and humans continues increasing every day," Ivy explained seriously. "Many people died during the early stages of the apocalypse."

As always no one cared about the wolfless omega! “Help!” “Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but it was a mere whisper. Suddenly Cynthia appeared in front of me holding my three babies, two girls and a boy. “My baby, you killed my baby girl! She was innocent. Why did you do that?” I wept bitterly, stretching my hands towards her. Instead, an evil shriek filled the forest, “You worthless omega, say goodbye to your twins!!” Two loud blasts filled the air! I looked up to see blood gushing from Davis and Davina’s skull. Kian just stood by the side chuckling.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

The smell of blood still clung to my skin, even though none of it was mine. Nobody spoke. Not even hoodie guy, who up until now seemed incapable of shutting up. We were just a group of survivors walking through the fog like ghosts, too shell-shocked to breathe too loud. I counted four of us left. Out of about ten. Ten people got on that bus, and now—only four. A gate appeared ahead of us, tall and rusted, half-bent like something had rammed into it before. Beyond it was a faint light blinking but steady. My pulse quickened. It looked almost… safe.

My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress. The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery. In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake. Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood." The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

"Don't! That's high-purity nano repair compound. There are only three cans left in the entire shelter!" My vision went red. If the core melted down without it, nothing could save us! "Zach, you're quite the actor."

While the note read; A city is now full of zombies search for it and blow it off quickly before it affect us all. The director got so shocked and she throw the letter away. The direction was about to place a call while she heard people screaming outside the building, to her surprise when she beeped through the window, it was zombies they have dominate their country. THE END.

December 1, 2050 - Colleti Research & Experimental Facility, Wolfe Creek Crater Western Australia I think my mind is going to explode any minute from now. The news of the zombie outbreak is shaking my whole system, and finding out that the crowd I saw on the ground are actually zombies did not help either. Until we reach our destination, I am as mute as an isolated room in the middle of a desert. Sean guides me to climb down the helicopter and in an instant, the idea of zombies was averted from my mind when I see where we are.