Good Zombie Novels & Stories

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

I can't hear or see anything but the zombies, and I want to help, but I don't know what to do. Tobe screams and I whirl, looking for danger. A zombie's shuffling out of the wheat field behind us. She's been infected for a long time; her skin is soft and mushy looking, and there are several bleeding and oozing pustules all over her mostly naked body. She's almost bald, and one of her eyes is missing.

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

He’s old enough to be my grandpa, but damn that man can kick ass. After I wash off, I step out of the lake to dry off with a shitty towel I have. I’m not even sure it’s really a towel anymore, more like a rag. I’m halfway through drying off when screams from the camp ring through the woods. Shit! They found us. I toss on my shirt, but a dart hits me in the thigh. Suddenly, I become woosy. I fall to my knees as two zombies approach. Two zombies approach me. “Is this her boss?” The one with pale blonde hair asks.

The only thing that can define him as a zombie was his pure back eyes. Georgia forced herself to calm down and stop swooning over a damn zombie. She acted casual and placed everything she'll need on the table. "Who are you?" She almost jumped at the deep voice and she whipped around, her eyes connecting with his black ones and God, his stare made her shiver. His gaze made her feel something she hasn't done before and she hadn't had sex since the apocalypse happened. And the fine piece of man in front of her isn't helping her hormones.

After all of the hassle that was done, Xia finally decided to just watch TV in a quiet mode. TV is scarce and luxury in apocalypse so when Xia just got these things out of thin air. The zombies who had a conciousness on their own was shocked to the core, even if they sttill say some words in an alien language. Xia did not find it hard to understand that maybe, the zombies was puzzled by the things she just casually took from her storage space. She was supposed to guard but she thought that this guys was zombies so it was not worth it hiding her storage space.

I casually tossed the grenade up and down in my hand like a ball before hurling it toward the car where Scarface was hiding. By the time Scarface managed to shove away the zombies around him, his entire body had already erupted into flames. He staggered around screaming in agony, desperately trying to find water to put himself out. But there was nothing here that could save him. I watched expressionlessly as he burned into a charred corpse before collapsing onto the ground. I wondered how many survival points the system would reward me after destroying this many zombies at once. Thinking about that, I turned and walked back toward the estate.

“They don’t exist.” She chuckled. “You have weirder imagination, Percie.” I stood up. “You have no idea. That woman here before, I think of her as a zombie with a horn and fangs. She has no brains, but she whispers to everyone and takes them to her lair, then eats their brains, skins them, then drains their blood, and throws them afterward.” She giggled. Did she just giggle? ”You’re gonna be a good writer, Percie.”

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

It's as if the world has become alive, more colorful, and my senses have been magnified. "Yeah," I say, grinning back at Zack. "I do. I think I do believe you." "Good, because we still need to talk about the Demon attack," Zack says, looking to Uncle John. Uncle John perks up, as if suddenly paying attention. "Wait a second, I don't know how the hell you're suddenly alive," his hand waves up and down at Zack, "much less standing in a cave, talking to you about some kind of demon attack, but I swear, I didn't know that guy actually was one." His words are defensive, his eyes darting nervously around to each of us.