Best Zombie Stories Novels & Stories

with more question than answer, we set aside it for a while and continue our search for foods Though we already have plenty, having excess is not a bad idea and now with my new skill, I knew that I can contribute more but as soon as we go deeper in our street we found this zombie that is eating their own! "what is that zombie?!"- John Carl "I don't know it looks regular"- Jimboy "We should hide first "- Bobby we use the walls as hiding material and carefully observing the situation

They both became zombies after five minutes and that's how it started, the old man knees was trembling and his hand was shaking when while telling them the story when zombies got started in the town. The sky gets darker and darker. They are all scared that night but the old man told them to be calm. The zombies can't see, they are like blind people walking in the dark during night. They can only hear at night but vice versa when its morning. The abandoned train where they stayed the whole night is long, there are windows and doors. If all of those are locked the zombies can't go inside of it. But that midnight, Adam wake up to check on the doors and windows. He saw the last window opened. He

Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

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.

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

Even for the supernatural world, that was something that only happened in the city of Lovecraft, but precisely in the ravines and mountains of the farms, between the cemeteries. - Because you do it, daughter, I love you so much, I did it for your safety. – He begged when surrounded by zombies, who were accompanied by crows and scarecrows. About that... They returned to the Delphos Tower company headquarters to talk between negotiations with the old wolves. It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city.

Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth. I'm a black bear and was the head of a bear biker gang. We were one of the gangs that actually acted like a gang, not like the weak bunnies or misfits. When some of my men were poisoned, I went to the bunnies for help. They refused because we weren't what they considered good men. The men who had been poisoned died, and now the bunnies are going to die. The rest of my men ran away, scared that whoever poisoned our gang would get them, too.

Cora asked, still staring at the screen. Wakely turned away from the screen and faced Cora completely. “I’m to believe that a bunch of recently deceased people are coming back as zombies, and they don’t give a reason why. I want the back story dammit. I want to know if someone fucked up at a lab and accidentally spilled some sort of chemical that raised them. “That I could believe. But just having the dead rise…it’s not believable. I want the damn backstory. Not just randomness.” Wakley huffed and turned back to the screen.

Why the vampire felt the need to gorge himself in a substance that neither affects nor sustains him, Rose didn't know. "Father Benedict didn't say---I mean, why...why so early? What made him change his mind?" Hunter continued to ramble, scratching at his bald head. He gasped, "Oh, God. Don't tell me...the world is ending, isn't it?" Taking a deep breath, Rose scoffed at the vampire, "What gave that away? The meteors that will hit this place in an hour?" "No, I mean. This time, it's really ending, right? Like...whoosh...one big end."