Books About Zombies Novels & Stories

Another shocking thing we have learned from the news was that such a virus derived from an illegal drug could also be transmitted to animals; or from animal to human, just like Ebola, HIV/AIDS, Bubonic Plague, etc. Scientists have not yet determined whether this is a form of terrorism or whether the virus was spread by accident. This virus is currently called ZR-Flu1. By the time you are bitten or by the saliva of an infected reaches an open wound, you can be killed in just a few minutes and walk the earth again as the undead. ZR-Flu1 is the short term by the biologists on the virus Zombie Rabid Influenza 1. Its symptoms are bleeding of the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears; limpness; severe heada

He told me there was a book in his office that had the safe hidden inside. The book was about ghost towns, so he doubted Zane would have found it. That is when I learned that Zane was afraid of ghosts. At first, I thought it was funny, that Zane feared something that wasn’t real until I thought about it. If werewolves and other creatures were real, maybe ghosts were too. Thinking that, a chill ran down my spine, causing me to shiver. It wasn’t funny after all, because if ghosts were real, I would be afraid too.

I didn't have time to explain everything over the phone. In the end, Emmett chose to believe me. "Alright. I'll buy them right now." After the zombie apocalypse descended on the world in my previous life, guns were hailed as the most important weapons when it came to fighting off the zombies. As a result, survivors often fought over them desperately throughout the apocalypse. Zombies couldn't feel pain at all, so normal attacks did nothing to halt them in their steps. Only by putting a bullet in their head could they be completely annihilated.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

There was something about him that made Jasper think that he just might be able to help him like once things settled down. If his information was correct, unlike the vampires and werewolves, the zombies weren’t sent from another dimension. They were humans whose humanity went bad. If Jasper was correct, zombiesm was caused by a virus of some type. If there was one thing that he was certain of it was that all viruses had a cure. He just needed time to find it.

Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

A crowd of zombies had already poured in from there. As the screams echoed, I switched off the monitors, lay down on my bed, and picked up a book. It wasn't a long read; I could probably finish it in three or four hours. By then, everything outside should be over. … When I closed the book, four hours had passed. It was the longest I had ever spent reading a book. The idea that I'd gained a little more knowledge left me feeling quite satisfied. When I pulled up the feeds again, bodies were scattered all over the safe house. Many infected were drifting aimlessly through the building.

"I need every detail." Sarah, looking exhausted, was the first to speak. “It’s chaos in there, sir. The zombies are everywhere. They’re fast, relentless, and... they seem to be spreading the infection rapidly. We barely made it out alive.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. "I really thought I would die there to be honest." Collins nodded, his normally fiery demeanor subdued. “The library was the worst part. We got trapped in there. We thought we’d all die, but Justin...” He trailed off, his eyes filled with guilt.