Day6 Zombie Novels & Stories

Over the next week, the daytime temperature continued climbing to terrifying levels, eventually reaching nearly 140 degrees Fahrenheit at its hottest. But once night fell, the temperature would plummet to almost negative sixty. The difference between day and night was so extreme it felt insane. Even though it was technically still summer, every night I could see thick layers of snow piling up outside, only for it to rapidly evaporate beneath the scorching heat the next morning. Sharon hadn’t come looking for trouble in quite some time now. During the day, zombies crossing the asphalt roads were literally being burned so badly their flesh peeled off onto the pavement.

A smile slowly spread across my face. The first person I thought of was Alannah. When I reached the basement of the back garden, the smell of blood hit me like a wave. My heart tightened instantly. "Alannah, what happened to you?!" I rushed inside. In the dim light, I saw a dark figure lying on the ground. My chest clenched.

Do not release her or feed her unless it is by my orders. I stared at the broken fragments on the ground, not saying another word in defense. With a loud clank, the door was locked shut. As the darkness consumed me, the system's alarm bells rang out in my head. [Host's vitality: 18 hours remaining. Protective shield status: 30% damaged.] [A massive zombie swarm is estimated to arrive in six hours.] I could hear Alison whining on the other side of the metal door, "Let it go, Jeff. Juliet didn't mean to do it, so don't punish her too harshly.

】 【Luca’s Love Score has reached 100%. 【Mission complete.】 【You may now return to your real world and survive.】

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

"Wha- now?" "Yes! Now!" "But whatever it is can wait, it can't be as important as you-" "Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!"