Day6 Zombie Novels & Stories

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

Quickly, we all got up and mount our guns, I push the zombie aside and lift my bloodstained bag. Mel sigh, “Daywalkers”. Unlike the nightwalker, the daywalkers seem easy to kill. They are slow, weak and lack the sense of teamwork. Seven of them shuffled towards us, dragging their feet. Eddy shot three in a snap while I aimed for a headshot, but my bullet hit the shoulder instead, the zombie jerk, but it kept dragging its feet. 'Don't be a newbie' - I said to myself then, I took my time before pulling the trigger again, the zombie drop immediately the bullet lodges into its forehead.

Aislen said in concern reaching out to touch June’s elbow, concerned that the other woman would collapse. “I’m fine,” June pulled away. “Just busy. Guy is dead,” she added. “Did you know?” “No,” Aislen replied, though truly she couldn’t remember if she knew or not, so many people had died. “I’m sorry.” “He let some witch escape, and so they infected him with the zombie virus,” June’s eyes fixed on Aislen’s. There was something horrendous in June’s gaze and Aislen felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. “They hung him from a light pole. They made me watch him die and then come back to life.”

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.

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Steve asked, concerned. "I'll sleep when I'm out of juice." Kyle said and started chugging the beverage out of spite for his own brain. He crushed the can between his hands and threw it at Steve. Steve moved out of the flying object's path, making it hit Kendra. "Ow! What the fuck, Steve?!" Kendra said, holding her head where the can hit her.

“After the incident in the fifth district happened under my command, we investigated it and found no trace of the perpetrator. Then three days after, the west section of sixth district went dark.” “Dark?” Tihon interrupted. “Yes, there were no interactions and day refused to dawn in the district, I reported immediately to Prince Fredrick,” sighs, “it was then he sent Sri Jerrod Rooks and his elite squad to investigate the cause. A day past and morning came back to the sixth district but no sign of life. I and some of my men went in, only to find every single elite Soldier dead all slit by the throat and a hay of ash.” “I was told my father died while fighting off unknown outlaws, not some oc

Michael was getting ready for his date with this girlfriend, and everything was all good until Michael saw a spirit; he couldn't tell wheater is good or bad...... but that spirit was gone. People move about their everyday life, but their city was like hell, where the soul reaper come and take your soul away, but Naomi, Troy, Sora, and Mike, and we all went to the hunted mansion, were beginning to turn for them........ and this begins to change, Troy and Sora went to find some clues some goes as Mike and

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.