Books About Zombies Novels & Stories

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?”

A lost book. Caitlin got up, encouraged, returning the books to the library clerk, and went back to the computer. She changed her keyword search terms. Lost cities. Mythical cities. Legendary cities. Vampire cities. Vampire races. Lost races. Extinct races…. Caitlin tried dozens of combinations, and this time she ended up with an improbably huge list of books, hundreds of them, having to do with lost civilizations and lost cities and races. They were mostly about mythology and archaeology in general, and not about vampires. Yet she found it encouraging nonetheless. Maybe she needed to think of the vampires as a lost race, a lost people, a lost city.

Officers, security guards, press agents – the entire crowd parted ways. Humans are too easy to control, he thought. The slightest bit of mindbending, and they scurry out of the way like sheep. A vampire of the Blacktide Coven, Kyle had seen it all in his 3,000 plus years. He had been there when they killed Christ. He had witnessed the French Revolution. He had watched smallpox spread across Europe—and had even helped it spread. There was nothing left that could surprise them. But this night surprised him. And he did not like to be surprised.

he said and hurried around the side of the house. “It’s a long story,” Rhett told Connery. “But there’s a virus that turns humans into zombies. Whilst they’re alive, vampire blood is a cure – but not all vampire blood. If they die, well…” He looked towards the side of the house. “If werewolves get bitten, we get sick. Vampire blood cures us too.” “And these zombies are just… walking around?” Connery arched an eyebrow. “Sort of,” Cameron admitted. “We had thought that Leighton had most of them though he hasn’t been able to get a full head count without getting to the cave where he was keeping them.”

We were on high alert all the way. The emergency lights were strobing, threatening to fizz out at any moment. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the rancor of rotten flesh. The growls of zombies added to the noise in the air. Right when we were about to arrive at the exit, a familiar voice called out for help, "Help! Please!" We checked out the source of the shout and realized it was Yves. He was trapped in a corner, and three zombies were tearing his flesh out. His right arm was ripped from his torso, and blood spurted like a fountain.

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”