Best Zombie Books Novels & Stories

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

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

“Did you see any zombies when you went through there?” “I can’t lie. I did,” he admitted, “but only a few stragglers. They tend to stay in large clusters. You’ll find them in larger numbers deeper into the territory.” “What did you do when you saw them?” Felix asked with genuine curiosity. “Did you kill them? Can you kill them?” Rex studied Felix carefully. “I’m surprised that you’re worried about them. What, with you camping here and all. I killed two just last week not far from here.”

"Wow that is good, can I take a look at the the novel you're reading please?" Lucas gave Mrs. Collins the novel, she was surprised to see that it all about zombies, and Lucas looks too young to be reading such a novel. Mrs. Collins asked Lucas maybe she can go home with that novel and gave Jackson to return it to him after she finished reading it? Lucas smiled and said no problem. Mrs. Collins left and drive to work when she got to the clinic after settling down in her office she picked up the novel and was about to read it when one of her colleagues walked in Mr. Thomas. Mrs. Collins was about to get mad at him for not knocking before banging into her office but Mr. Thomas, cut into her wor

Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender. "The Mummy, Creature from the Black Lagoon, the Thing…" If you think about it, a zombie isn't very original. It's like a mix between a vampire and Frankenstein's Monster—undead and butt-ugly. By the way, why do you think zombies like eating human brains?" "Because brains taste delicious." "Really? Have you tasted brains before?" "Course not. I'm not a zombie." "You are sometimes, my friend. It's like you don't have feelings at all. You're numb and indifferent about most things that happen in the Colony."

Bima snapped internally. This was the worst possible moment. A choice between starving to death or being torn apart by a mob. "We have to make a decision fast," Lia said, her eyes returning to the darkening street. "Those zombies are attracted to noise. They'll be here any second." "The Zombie Food Vlogger is around here too," Bima added, remembering the vroommm sound from earlier. "He’s attracted to 'good food.'" Lia turned her head, her eyebrows arching. "You mean... we can use him?"

for her eyes to adjust to the dimness. When they did, she could see movement out on the barges. The band had begun putting away their instruments, too. In just a little while, it would be dark enough for the fireworks to start. She dropped the sparklers onto the ground in front of her and took Rave’s hand in hers. “Hey,” Cali said, leaning in front of Rave so she could talk to Leesa more quietly. “I almost forgot. Did you hear about those two kids in Maine who got all bit up? Their friends said it was zombies who did it, but no one could find any trace of ‘em. When Rave and his buddies killed the zombies in our dorm, the things stayed right where they died.” “Yeah, we heard about it,” Leesa

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell

How he could read such a thing considering the circumstances I don't know, but it had been at least half an hour since he las looked up to check on me. He was engrossed. "What are you reading?" I asked, dragging my stare from the flickering flames to Max. "Zombie genocide," he said without taking his eyes off the page, "It's good." I rolled my eyes, "How can you read right now? Are your thoughts not too loud?" "There's no point sitting there wallowing," he replied, "Distract yourself." "Were you injured?" I asked and he sighed before looking of from his book.