Best Zombie Stories Novels & Stories

Before she realized what was happening, the zombie sank those newly formed fangs into Kendra’s forearm. Screaming from shock, fear, and pain, she struggled to free her arm. Taken by surprise, Rex wrestled for a few seconds to gather his wits. When he did, he wasted no time in leaping forward and driving his blade into the zombie’s temple. With its powerful fangs embedded into Kendra’s arm, when it slumped to the ground, the abomination took his wife down with it. “My arm,” Kendra wailed as she fell to her knees. “Those fangs are stuck in my arm. I think they’re in the bone!”

She asked. "As far as we know, those are no more people. They are zombies" I said. "We are all gonna die," She said as she sank her butts on the couch. "Not if we stay inside," Ambrose said. "For how damn long?" She asked. "Well... till they find a solution probably," I said. "See, I've watched a lot of Zombie movies, and most of those movies ended without getting a cure!" Hannah said. "My parents are in Florida, I have no idea if they're fine" She muttered.

I just wanted to know because I thought Sharon wouldn’t be there. ‘Well she was there. And I don’t think you expected me to break in.’ ‘It’s not that I expected you to break in, I just wonder how you managed to get rid of both girls without getting caught.’ ‘Well, Sharon made it easier for me. She went to the rooftop to hang her washing and I was left alone with her sister. So, by the time Sharon came back, her sister was already dead and I was hiding behind the door. I hit her behind her head and when she fainted, I dragged her to the bathroom and slit her wrist badly. So, whoever finds them will think it was a suicide on Sharon’s part.’ I narrated the entire story to Billy who looked more

I never believed in the occult. Not really. Sure, I’d dabbled in tarot cards during college sleepovers, giggling with my roommates as we pretended to commune with spirits over cheap wine and pizza. But that was years ago. Now, at 28, I was a practical woman— a graphic designer in a bustling city, living in a cozy apartment that overlooked the twinkling skyline. My days were filled with deadlines, coffee runs, and the occasional swipe on dating apps, hoping to find someone who could ignite that spark I’d been missing. Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm.

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

“It fell apart after two days.” He held up his hands in defense. “Hey, I was ten! That was my first construction project.” “And your last,” I teased. We both laughed until the girl sitting across from us gave us a curious smile. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, though I wasn’t sure why. We’d always laughed like that. It wasn’t new. And yet, it felt different here, like our bubble was more obvious to everyone else. That night, we gathered around a massive bonfire. The flames danced into the sky, throwing sparks and shadows across everyone’s faces. Counselors told ghost stories with dramatic voices, making the younger kids squeal and cling to each other.

I thought they didn't exist. - Don't be naive, prince. Nothing appears in the human imagination without a basis in truth. It was the wildest rogues that gave rise to human legends about our species. It was the bloodthirsty madness of Dracula, which filled vampire legends in the minds of humans, and in their nightmares. When humans saw their deceased emerge from the graves, zombie legends began. No human has seen a zombie speak “brains” with hunger or bite a human being. The only thing they saw was decomposing bodies walking without memory, looking for the trolls who created them. They were basically the trolls' slaves. Without needing to eat, drink, sleep or rest. And when the bodies disappe

Yanfren knew he could not afford to cross them, but he could not afford the money they demanded either. Just then, Booker roared angrily, "How dare they act so arrogantly after disturbing the peace of our village? Guys, go beat them up!" As the crowd began to move, Wilbur shouted, "The corpse will transform into a zombie if you leave it like that. I advise you to bury it quickly and let me go about my business. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you when something happens." "Who are you trying to scare with that story?" "What's this talk about zombies? Grow the f*ck up!"

The comes back to send the soldiers to check the building again the next day . The couple takes out the children again from the space and they leasury spend the day in their small garden with the fruit trees. Unexpectedly to the couple ,that night , the zombies become restless . They making so much sound and even climbs the buildings. Afraid the noises will disturb the twins and the baby , once again they are put in Elina's space . " Something must had stimulate the zombies." Adrian worried voice from the living room . " Is it because the warm or the heat came from the stove ." "