Books About Zombies Novels & Stories

Like a soulless puppet, he walked toward the basement. My group and I walked into the yard. Lynn Shelby was squatting in a corner piled high with zombie heads, poking around in their brains with a dagger. The thin layer of snow was covered with bits of flesh, scraps of scalp, and hair. The human tissue looked especially glaring against the white snow, and on closer inspection, there were pools of yellowish-white brain matter. Even though Veyra Watt had been seeing zombies for a few days, a scene like this still made her want to puke!

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

she said as Eric sighed. "I see that you do not understand anything. Oscar, Freddy, Raven, the evil nurse, and the rest of them out there are not zombies" "Then what are they? Cohorts to the Master?" She inquired as he shook his head sideways. "They are the Advanced Z" "Advanced Z?" She asked. "Yes. Advanced Z. There are three types of Zombies. The zombies, Failed Experiments and the Advanced Z" he spoke as she listened to him attentively while he explained.

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

When I was put in a sack and thrown into a garbage truck, all the affection I held for my family completely disappeared. I was transported out of the city and tossed onto a windy plain. I huddled up and waited for my power to fully recover. Unfortunately, I was discovered by some zombies. Exhausted, I barely managed to pull out a motorcycle. The zombies chased relentlessly as I fled. I had no idea how far I was from the base. Suddenly, I saw a factory that had no zombies around it!

The only thing is the books that line the walls around them and the pool table felt that is a vibrant blue. Amber was having fun just admiring the suite and felt she would love a tour. However, she knew they had work to do, and after her last vision, she felt like they may be up against a really difficult time. Several hours went by, many bags of blood, a course of lunch and snacks, and plans after plans discussed, they all three had finally narrowed it down. Amber came up with some ideas that may take down the Zombies, however, it was going to be a trial and error until they were able to get samples of turned blood. Unlike her vampire concoction that helped speed the effects of the rust on