Graphing Lines And Catching Zombies Novels & Stories

The blinding white light and the blast caused several zombies to stagger and growl in pain. But the effect didn't last. They recovered quickly, their red eyes remaining fixed on Bima and his Indomie. "It's not working!" Bima growled. This flare only worked on Shadow Crawlers, not sugar-addicted zombies. "Maybe their weakness isn't light, but heat!" Riska shouted. "The flare gun produces high heat!" "Damn! Our flares are limited!" Bima retorted. The Sucrose Zombies began to charge, moving faster than Bima had expected. Their bloated feet trampled the floor with a sticky, squelching sound. The scent of rotting vanilla grew even more pungent.

"Why is it so loud this early..." His voice was cut off. On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him. The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape. Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets. One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

Rex leaned against the wall while he allowed his body the opportunity to rejuvenate. Capturing and bringing home the three zombies in one piece had not been easy. They’d gone to an area that they knew zombies favored and dug a fairly deep pit. After which, they lined it with netting from the volleyball court and waited. The ground was harder than expected, so, by the time they’d achieved the desired depth, they were pretty tired. There was also the stress factor. It was a tense time since the zombies could have arrived at any moment.

On the outside, there are only two zombies, each looking more unmotivated than the other. They both periodically shuffled to the glass door, as if trying to peer into the glass room. However, Yanlong knew Zombies have no sight. Despite the motions of the two zombies, they could not see a single thing. She aimed for the younger zombie first. When the cactus thorn was almost about to hit it, the zombie turned its head slightly. Then it extended it's hand and caught the thorn. Yanlong was shocked. She's not dealing with ability zombies here, right?

The nerves in my body quietly tensed. Soon, a sleek black car pulled up at the building. Thomas's eyes lit up, and he eagerly waved his hand. "Babe!" Imogen stepped out, impeccably dressed in a cream suit, cradling an enormous bouquet of roses.

The guards had stocked up on instant meals. Better yet, there was a full toolbox—hammers, axes, the works. If zombies found me, I wasn't going down without a fight. Seconds crawled. A faint metallic smell drifted through the air. On the cot, the three cats slept like nothing was coming. I checked my watch. 5, 4, 3... 2... 1... [Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse World. The game begins now. All players, do your best to survive.] The mechanical voice rang in my ears.

Their angry moan sends a shiver down my spine. “Mel, Xiao, aim at the window. Adam, I want your gun positioned towards the door, anything comes in from that door; gun it down!”. I shook my head slowly in response, waiting for the next line of action, the open part of the door becomes larger as the zombies begins to dig their hands through. Mel and Xiao shoot at the few zombies approaching through the window, while Eddy and I aimed for the ones trying to break down the door. I said my prayers silently, hoping that a light from above will save us.

Some zombies fixated on the direction of Line 11, shuffling back and forth in place. Suddenly, one relatively closer zombie sensed living human presence behind it. Its head tilted as it turned toward Line 11. As it limped toward the retreating group, the scent in the air slowly grew stronger. As if it had discovered a new world, it dragged one leg and snarled as it moved forward. After about 300 yards, it finally caught an overwhelmingly tempting scent. It was a primal pull, rising from its very essence. Food. Fresh, juicy, mouth-watering food!

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.