Books About Zombies Novels & Stories

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

Pigsy shouted, "Damn, what the hell is this? People who do not look like people, ghosts who do not look like ghosts?" Alex inherited the Ultimate Book of Medicine and was still hunting for all the strange knowledge. But, at a glance, he could see through the nature of these corpse soldiers. "These are zombies and very vicious living corpses. They sacrificed people who were alive. I did not expect that the Miller family, with such an ancient heritage, actually keeps such things at home." Zendaya nodded. "To use living people to refine corpses. There really isn’t any bottom line anymore." However, they heard even more astonished voices, precisely those of the Miller family speaking.

‎Of all the wretched, soul-scarring chores this new world had forced upon us, taking down the zombies was the worst. It wasn't just the danger; it was the profound, gut-churning disgust of it all. It was the most disgusting shit I’d ever done in my whole life, a phrase that felt woefully inadequate to describe the visceral horror. The act itself was a brutal, messy business. It wasn't like in the old movies, a clean shot to the head and a tidy collapse. It was a gruesome ballet of decay and resistance. The sickening, wet thud of the crowbar connecting with a skull that was more liquid than bone. The way they sometimes didn't just fall, but sort of… deflated, spilling their putrid contents on

The only food I have is canned beans and fruit, along with what vegetables I can grow in my little rooftop garden. After I finish off the pears, I quietly sipped at the watered down pear juice. It has a sweet taste to it, and it calms my nerves as I think about everything else I have to do before nightfall, when the zombies are at their most active. They tended to just wander around aimlessly during the day, and at night they formed groups and walked the streets, searching for prey. They'd eat anything with a pulse: dogs, cats, cows, horses, people, and even birds if they could catch them. Nothing was safe from the masses of zombie killers and, just six months after the appearance of the fir

Because of this, the number of mutated humans running for their lives and hiding in this land that were being infected and becoming zombies was steadily increasing. Kendra had never encountered a zombie, but her aunt had schooled her on them enough for her to know that they were a dangerous lot. There were zombies at various levels of deformities to their bodies; depending upon whether they were mutants when they turned or simply unfortunate humans. Since they were considered to be death walking, she had difficulty understanding how or why they would become cannibals. Why would they have a need to eat at all? It was a mystery that no one was able to explain to her. What they were careful

Todd didn't want that. "Back to the report, please" Todd heaved a sigh of relief as Karl opened back the notes. "So, what is going to happen to the bitten" Karl sought answers again. "Have you ever watched a zombie movie?" Todd tried explaining in the easiest way he thought Karl would understand. "Are you saying they will become zombies?" Karl asked excitingly. "Yeah, more like that" Todd hoped he had satisfied him. "How are we going to know you are not lying" Karl asked ridiculously. Todd was maddened.

Sean Gabriel Richforte's Point of View If someone will tell me way back that I will be in a situation wherein the world's population is in danger because a crazy doctor creates a parasite that turns people into a zombie, I would probably shake my head, and tell that person is insane. Zombie was just fiction to us, a creature created fictionally, commonly used for Sci-fi books and movies, to gain reads, views, and to add entertainment and spice to the plot. Well, that was before. Because now, the zombies became true and we are experiencing it. Thing is, those who were once close and so dear to us became one, and it was hard to witness it, knowing that anytime, you need to hurt them or even ki

You ended it before it got close enough to tear someone apart. She had seen similar things before, just under a different sky. In her old world, mutated humans with collapsed abilities were worse than zombies because zombies were honest. Zombies wanted flesh, followed noise, and died when the brain was destroyed.

“We don’t know, Nestie, but it did take several days before the woman regained some color in her cheeks and was strong enough to move about.” “Around the same time, dogs were heard howling at night and the animals looked agitated. One night after another, animals were dying mysteriously. There were no signs of injury in the animals except for deep puncture wounds at their neck and they were all drained of blood,” Celie’s eyes widened and she revealed her teeth to Nestie. “Ooh! Scary!” said Nestie. “What about your grand aunt’s ghost though?”