Dead Ahead Zombie War Novels & Stories

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

There were thousands of rooms here, hoping they would never find her. She closed the door and sat down on the ground, panting and sweating. After she settled down, she began to look around the room. However, she suddenly stopped and the cold sweat that had just stopped came out again - someone was living in this room. What a concept! All the satellite towns outside the high walls of Yuecheng have been abandoned. No one will live here, and even if there are stubborn people who are unwilling to leave their hometown, they will soon become one of the zombies. This situation has lasted for almost twenty years.

"Wade, where did you just come from? Do you know what's going on near the base?" Wade stared at her with cold eyes. Janice was covered in dirt and had tears that smeared the grime across her face. He had come to report on the situation at the training grounds. At her question, he shook his head. "I think it's quite bad." He already knew something had happened over there before he arrived. Such incidents were almost normal in Bellador, but this time was different—terrorism had struck near an important base. Janice couldn't hold back anymore. She gripped Wade's sleeve tightly. "Can you help me find Ari?"

I knew this was my battle, and I was ready to fight it until death. I quickly studied my surroundings, my eyes wandering around for my team, and I sigh in relief as I see them. They are backing each other up while the processor and Esther are in the front line. They are fighting the skeletons, breaking their bones, and burning their pieces. Thank virtue, none of the wendigoes went for them. I could see Coven amidst the chaos. He was a one-man army. Left and right, he was killing Ryan's army. He was moving with unimaginable speed, his claws shredding the creatures into pieces. None of them could match his skills and power. At the other end of the battle stood Ryan, General Zod, and my mom. Th

Jake slammed on the brakes, the tires groaning against the icy asphalt as the vehicle skidded to a sudden halt, just short of the overpass's shadow. "I am picking up the thread again," Rachel whispered, her voice trembling slightly from the strain. She forced her eyes open, looking straight at Joanna with pure dread. "It's bad. Way worse than before. There are over fifty zombies waiting for us. They're completely hidden out of sight—hunched behind the rusted vehicles lining the road and packed tight underneath the underpass directly ahead."

"Give me five thousand of our best Elite guards. We will march on the Dead Zone. We will surround the ruins. We will poison the air vents, collapse the tunnels, and starve them out." Elder Thorne looked at his daughter. He saw her ruthless ambition and her burning desire for revenge. It was exactly what the High Council needed to win this war. "Do it," Thorne commanded. "Take the army, Vanessa. Burn the Dead Zone until there is nothing left but glass. Bring me the White Wolf's head." Vanessa smiled—a wicked, triumphant grin. The long, gritty war had officially begun. And this time, there would be no mercy.

Garrett glanced at Stellan sitting inside the coffin, grey-faced and stricken, and the corner of his mouth twitched before his expression settled back into something hard and official. "General Montclair." He stepped forward, his voice ringing out like a roll call on the parade grounds. "There's something I can't quite make sense of, and I was hoping you could help me understand." Stellan said nothing. "If you died on the battlefield, then why are you sitting here alive?" Garrett's gaze cut across Stellan's face like a blade. "Every man in the army knows that General Montclair fell in battle, his body lost and unrecoverable. And yet here sits the general, perfectly intact. I'm at a loss, tru

Humans who were administered the vaccine wouldn't be infected by the zombie virus anymore. It turned out I'd been so close to success in my past life. Mankind launched an official retaliation on the zombies, ultimately winning the war three years after the zombie outbreak. I and the others left the safe zone that had protected us for years. The world outside was coming back to life.

Their bodies were enveloped in a death aura and gave off a faint glow, and their eyes were glowing a pale red. “It’s the army of the dead!” Seeing this scene, Jabez and his troops were dumbfounded. Within a day, the Priestess had created another batch of zombie troops for them. Compared to the previous batch, this batch was larger in number, and they looked a lot more terrifying. There were at least five thousand zombies in this army. The zombie that stood in front of them this time was Marshal Ubel. “Marshal!” When they saw Marshal Ubel, who had died, slowly approaching them, Jabez and his peers felt like their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

She watched as the zombies pulled out her ruined kidney and swallowed it in one bite. In the end, she got exactly what she wanted and died in that penthouse. The penthouse was covered in a sea of blood. I sat in front of the control panel in the underground bunker and looked at the mangled remains scattered across the screen. Then, I calmly reached out to shut off the screen. More than a dozen screens went black at the same time. As they went dark, all that hatred and betrayal were swallowed by the end of the world. I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak.