Book Red Zone Novels & Stories

Michael and Roman get down, zombies were following them as they were checking those parked cars to see the one that is working. Roman found hammer on the floor immediately they get down from the van, he picked it up and use it to smashed the head of any zombie that comes closer to him. Michael was the one that first saw a red car when he opened it and check the range of the fuel in it, it was not much, Roman also saw a Camry but not working, Michael walked up to him and said

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

I said, trying to sound grateful. "You refer to the dirty, stinky place as your comfort zone?" Orlando asked, looking slightly offended. "Well, unlike this setting, it reminds me of who I am around here. I really hope this kindness syndrome of yours lasts the whole day," I replied, not wanting to offend him. Orlando let out a sigh. "Despite the fact that I'm smiling, today is really a bad day for me. This is me trying to lift my spirits with news from VH14. Don't ruin it for me, or you'll hate who I'll become," he warned.

"But I won't tolerate you trying to take advantage of me." Reed chuckled ominously as he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "Actually, I have changed my mind. I no longer want the money anymore." "W-What do you mean?" "I want a night with you," he demanded. "If you fail to come to the chosen venue, I'll tell the whole world about your past as an escort. I'll make sure you lose everything you care about, especially your husband's love." His threat thundered in my ears, dousing the blazing flames of my earlier anger. "Reed, please don't do this. I beg you-"

I tuned the dial, searching for any government or military frequency. Static. More static. Then— “This is the Colorado National Guard, 142nd Brigade. Identify yourself.” I almost cried with relief. “This is the Aspen Sanctuary. I’m Dr. Scarlett. We are under zombie attack and require immediate extraction.” A pause. “Please repeat your location.” “The Aspen ski resort, the converted sanctuary. Coordinates are—” “Hold on.” The voice turned cold. “You mean the location we've marked as a Red Zone?” “Red Zone? What does that mean?”

When her dad was selling his merchandise and her mom was busy preparing lunch, they accidentally saw an old man standing near their stall. The old man looked tired and seemed confused. That grandfather then approached their stall. As soon as he saw the plates and leftover food they had eaten, he wanted to take it. Helen's mother didn't chase him away; instead, she just took their leftovers and dirty dishes. The mother then replaced the plate with a clean bowl and gave the grandfather a portion of chicken porridge that was still fresh and untouched for that old grandfather to eat.

Both were hand in hand, and every now and then, he would put his arm around her waist, making her feel very special. The restaurant in the vineyard offered a spectacular view of the grape fields, with outdoor tables under white umbrellas providing shade and a relaxed and romantic atmosphere, especially as dusk approached. Daniel and Ava took a seat at one of the tables and began examining the varied menu full of culinary delights and exquisite wines. "It's just a suggestion, but how about if we share a house specialty pizza and a bottle of that magnificent red wine recommended by the cousins?" "Sounds perfect, Daniel," Ava nodded. "Pizza and wine sound delicious."

They took their seats wordlessly, a storm already brewing in the silence between them. Azar placed his tablet on the table and tapped the screen. A holographic projection of Red’s base glowed into life. The image pulsed red at certain coordinates—heat signatures, perhaps, or planned movement paths. “He’s moved,” Azar announced coolly. “Red is pulling his assets back to their base. Every single field informant is being recalled. He’s preparing something big.” Zev's expression did not change, but his fingers drummed once against the armrest of his chair. "It was only a matter of time."

Vast stretches of red covered the map, dotted with dozens of white points. The red areas marked zombie zones. The deeper the red, the higher the zombie density. Across the Eastern region, Aecraton, Brookville, and Crestford formed a rough triangle. Aecraton sat on the eastern coast and had the least red remaining. Large portions of it had already been cleared by Hayley. Brookville and Crestford, on the other hand, were deep crimson, almost purple. Just looking at the model was enough to make your scalp tingle.

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.