Attacking Zombie Puppet Novels & Stories

Its milky eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Luke’s stomach twist, but he didn’t back away. The creature lunged at him, its movements jerky and wild. Luke sidestepped with a speed that surprised even himself. The zombie’s momentum carried it past him, slamming into the wall with a sickening thud. Without thinking, Luke grabbed a metal pipe that lay discarded on the floor. The weight of it felt natural in his hands as he swung it with unrelenting force, the sound of bone cracking echoing in the hallway. The zombie crumpled to the ground, twitching once before going still. Luke didn’t stop to admire his handiwork. There was no time. He pressed forward, his boots echoing faintly against the f

Once he was above the zombie, he straddled the pole, creating a loop of chain that he dropped over the zombie’s neck before wrapping the end around the pole. “Good enough,” he said giving it a tug that caused the zombie to jerk and dance like a marionette. He opened the accelerant. “Move back Sigrid, I don’t want to splash you by accident,” he said. “I don’t think even vampires like to be lit on fire.”

Eleven. “Aleph-Alef! Aleph-Bet! Aleph-Gimel! Aleph-Dalet!Aleph-H . . . !” J 07:03 before daybreak A zombie soldier in Union blue rushed at the truck, climbing a small mound of corpses of its fallen comrades. Fernández took its head off with a well-timed swing of the axe. What is Papa Nightmare doing? Thought Roo. Why isn’t he taking the time to reorganize his line? Of course! The lighter it gets, the less control he has over the undead in the real world!

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

I am on the bed, struggling and trying to fight off my adoptive brother who pins me down, unzipping his trousers. Mama's voice rings in my head. "Krystal… You will always shine the brightest!" I don't know how I get so much strength, but I reach for my lamp and smash it on Jeff's head, and he staggers, falling down beside me. I hold the lamp standing up from the bed. Furthermore, I look down at what I had done. Jeff is laying down, beneath his head is his blood.

Bella grabbed Dylan and bolted for higher ground, blowing the whistle at her chest. "Don't panic! Get over here! I've got Caucasian Shepherd Dogs. One zombie's nothing!" At her signal, the biggest Shepherd launched forward like a missile. It locked onto the zombie's arm and yanked with everything it had. The zombie didn't move. I backed into the security booth and peeked out. Under the rotting flesh the dog had ripped open, dark gray metal glinted. The bone was so hard it knocked the dog's molar clean out. Three days in, and the zombies were already mutating.

The screams lasted for a full ten minutes. They were all the howls of someone being driven straight to desperation. Meanwhile, Papa and I both sat behind the bulletproof glass above the fighting arena, each with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in our hands. Below, Valerio waved a broken mop handle at the two chained-up zombies before him, trying to ward them off. Although their movements were restricted, their fangs dripping with pus still grazed his neck several times. "Stay away! Don't come any closer!" Valerio screeched, waving the handle in the air like a madman.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.