Buying a Fishing Boat Was the Dream Until the Zombie Outbreak Turned the Coast Into a Dead Zone

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THE DREAM

Buying a fishing boat was supposed to mean freedom.
Buying a fishing boat was supposed to mean quiet mornings and open water.
Buying a fishing boat was supposed to be the end of worrying.

Then the zombie outbreak reached the coast.

THE TURN

At first, the zombie outbreak felt distant. News played on radios while harbors stayed calm. During the zombie outbreak, fishermen kept working, tides still came in, and the sea didn’t look infected. But when ports started closing and coastlines went silent, the zombie outbreak transformed the shoreline into something unrecognizable.

The zombie apocalypse doesn’t destroy dreams immediately. During the zombie apocalypse, it waits for you to commit—financially, emotionally, permanently. I had already bought the boat when the zombie apocalypse shut down fuel deliveries, cut off weather updates, and turned coastal towns into dead zones.

THE COST

Living aboard during the zombie outbreak changed everything. Zombie survival became about tides instead of streets. Zombie survival became about anchoring at night and avoiding harbors entirely. Zombie survival meant realizing that water doesn’t offer escape—it isolates you between land that’s dead and sea that doesn’t care.

As the zombie apocalypse spread, the coast emptied. Boats drifted without crews. Radios repeated nothing. And when shapes began appearing along the shoreline, it became clear the zombie outbreak hadn’t spared the water—it had claimed the edges of it.

THE DEAD ZONE

The coast didn’t fall.
It shut down.

No rescues. No commerce. No safe ports left to dock in. The zombie apocalypse turned the coastline into a boundary you couldn’t cross without consequences. Buying the fishing boat wasn’t a mistake—but it locked me into a world where escape meant drifting farther from anything human.

This is a zombie apocalypse creepypasta, a zombie apocalypse creepypasta about lost dreams, and a zombie apocalypse creepypasta where the ocean becomes a prison instead of freedom.

Title: Buying a Fishing Boat Was the Dream Until the Zombie Outbreak Turned the Coast Into a Dead Zone

If you enjoy zombie apocalypse stories, zombie apocalypse stories set along abandoned coastlines, and zombie apocalypse stories where survival depends on isolation and hard choices, this narration is for you.

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