Good Zombie Novels & Stories

A very pretty red axe the type love used to dicapitate Nathalie with in You. I wrapped my hands around it and it wasn't heavy at all. I silently approached the counter then I heard a gargling sound. A zombie. Lena gasped as the zombie stood up and began to reach for me. The zombie was dressed in a chef suit and he looked really buff well this is a big one.

Zombie's strength increased quickly, accompanied by a kind of horrible momentum, which was amazing. Chu Xun's expression was cold, but he felt uneasy in his heart. Zombie became stronger than before. Floating in mid-air, Zombie stretched out. He now felt better than ever. His eyes, which were like two blood holes, were full of strange light and there was lesser black air around him, but he still gave people a dangerous feeling.

I should've learned not to do that anymore, it never works well for me. Today is just another day, life is passing, i haven't been sleeping, i don't know what a good night sleep is anymore. I sleep alone now, there's no Leo or Ace or anyone else anymore... I live alone, just me, myself and I. What a great life, I'm rumbling but it's the best i could do these days, tomorrow is my birthday, yeyyy one more year of my miserable life have passed. Mathew and Ace are throwing me a party, i asked them not to, i told them i don't want any. But they insisted, they promised me that Ghost won't be there, It'll be just us.

Almost all the kids were frozen in their seats, and when they cast their eyes upon them, they immediately looked away. A nervous chill ran down my spine when one member of the 'bad news gang' as Seo-in keenly put it, shot a glance towards me, with his striking green eyes. "Oh, there's the lamb." One of his gang members said, making green eyes avert his eyes from me. They spotted the jock table and suddenly one of the jock abruptly got up from their chair, as one of the 'bad news gang' shot him a wild grin. When he noticed them, the scared-looking athlete spat out the drink he was having. He dropped his soda can with a nervous tremble and he got up quickly from his chair, making it fall behin

Due to his continuous battles against the zombie guards, he had been able to grasp something peculiar about them. These zombie guards were not invincible. They would crumble into nothingness if they were struck in their weak spot. And coincidentally…

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

No one had visited this place in a long time; even just one visitor… was enough to make his heart rejoice—rejoice because it signaled that someone still remembered this place. BOOOOMMM…. BOOOOMMM…. Graooor! “Damn it, this really isn’t easy. How can there be zombies carrying bombs in their hands? Who created these zombies?” asked Xiao Chen as he ran, chased by so many zombies. And the zombies’ madness was making Xiao Chen dizzy—because every time he destroyed one, ten more would appear, ten times as many as before.

With a zip, the line extended just one foot and sent Garrett's head dipping straight down, right into a zombie's waiting jaws. A zombie opened his bloody mouth wide and aimed a bite at Garrett's balding head. Just as its teeth were about to sink into the scalp, I hit the "raise" button, and Garrett shot up toward the second floor like a spring. The zombie's teeth snapped on thin air with a loud clack, and it let out an angry, frustrated howl. "Wow! That was close! You almost had your head popped!"