Best Zombie Stories Novels & Stories

I stood, gasping as I watched him struggle to climb up the mountain with the passed out Nixton and a hundred monsters behind him. "Guys a little help" Gold said breathlessly and I blinked and rushed up to them. kelvin brought out his hand to lift him up and Lex held onto Gold's right hand. "Nixon!" Camila cried, running towards Gold and helped putting Nixton down. "Thanks for saving him" she whispered to Gold and he nodded. "Hope those dead fucker's won't be able to get up." I spat looking down at them struggling to climb the closet stones. "They are called zombie-the living dead. They feel no pain and when they bite, they transfer a virus which goes through your brain and turn you into one

He averted his eyes on my face once more, his smile completely faded. "NO FUCKING WAY! Don't tell me that zombies are real too!" UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! I started to hyperventilate! Witches, I can handle, werewolves, ok I can also handle, but not motherfucking zombies - I hate zombies, even the nice ones like Liv from The series I-zombie. They just creep me the heck out! My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse.

She wondered with a brief but sharp stab of pain who Samantha would have looked like, before pushing the thought away. “Alright. There’s something else…” She gripped Lauren’s hands. “The scary people who ate that guy’s face last night… They’re the ones spreading this disease. Somehow it got into the water, or something, but they’re also wandering the town, biting people, and people who get bit, turn into them… Zombies, Rhett is calling them. Do not leave the house or let anyone in unless you’re sure they’re… Well, just be really careful, please. But don’t hurt them… they’re victims too. Long story.”

Aiden’s fury carried a great suppression, and if the zombies were alive, they would have cowered before the rage of the prince of their tribe. Alas, they were cold corpses that had been forced to live a little longer due to the whims of an insatiable beast. The eyes of the zombie closest to Aiden were as dull as a man whose consciousness had been robbed from him, but his movements were not so. Lifting up the giant club that matched the large battle axe, the zombie protected its trunk, and a loud sound reverberated throughout the entire cave when the axe struck the club.

The Golden Human stood in front of him, blocking more than a dozen frenzied five-order white-haired zombies. At the same time, the Iron Earth Ax pierced through the zombie horde, like cutting scrap wood, the ax blossomed, killing all of the first years of the year, and the fourth level white fox. At this time, the golden bug also killed a few, but because the late fifth-order bugger attacked it a little, but how long was it attacked by these zombies, just using the strong defense of the bug. Golden human, not compared with human race cultivator, as long as the spiritual stone is not destroyed, the level 5 white-haired zombie will not have a serious effect on its attack.

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

Ansley pondered for a few seconds and said to Lucas, "Senior, the largest place where zombies gathered in the Northern Wilderness Prairie is in Zombies Dragon City." ... "Zombies Dragon City?" Lucas was stunned. He thought that this name sounded incomparably domineering. "Do you know how many zombies are there?" "Hundreds of millions." Hearing those words, Lucas' fair and smooth face couldn't help but look interested. Ansley looked at Lucas' expression and couldn't help but be stunned.

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”

Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because that status always their in the night. Unknown to them, the status was a zombie who had perceive their smelling scent and immediately, it devour them. Eating their brain. The four friends immediately turned to zombie as they walk inside the school and began eating everyone. *** Almost all of them stood frightening as they kept muttered. That's the end of the story, no happy ending. "I'm going to sleep guys! Goodnight. Scarlett utter as she went to her tent and lay on her already make bed. She can't wait till midnight reach so she could go to the supernatural world. Of course to tell them about Aurora so

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.