Hamilton Zombie Blend Novels & Stories

She was already exhausted. And the day had only just begun. Diana looked forward as Doctor Hayes took the stage to explain their findings. "During the last trial process, we took a sample of DNA from the zombie and tried it against wolfsbane and vervain samples respectively. "We found that the strands in the zombie's DNA reacted to both wolfsbane and vervain. However, when both were combined, it caused an adverse reaction. We are gathered here to find out how it affects the zombie in person."

WHUUSSH! BLARR! A blinding white light erupted from inside the bloated zombie’s skull, followed by a strange crackling sound, like candy burning in a furnace. The dominant stench of rotting vanilla was now overpowered by the sickening smell of scorched caramel. The Sucrose Zombie staggered, its body trembling violently. Its skin, shiny like burnt hard candy, began to soften, melting away like wax under a scorching sun. Its glowing red eyes dimmed, and from its mouth, a thick, dark brown sludge poured out, vomiting forth the remnants of shattered caramel teeth.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

It was impossible to fathom the magnitude of what was unfolding. Adrian stood there, his expression serious, watching the chaos before him. A subtle but powerful energy rippled through his hand. Boom! With a single motion, Adrian’s sword pierced through Hamilton’s soul, leaving no room for survival. In the blink of an eye, Hamilton was utterly destroyed with no chance of recovery. Adrian’s hand radiated a pale blue energy that engulfed Hamilton’s dissipating remnants, absorbing them swiftly and efficiently. Hamilton was now completely gone. In the distance, Renee and Henryk were frozen in shock, unable to process how quickly Hamilton had been eliminated.

The moment the Level 7 high-level zombie bit Lucas's shoulder, the sound of metal hitting metal was heard as the zombie’s teeth came into contact with Lucas' shoulder. Following that, the Level 7 high-level zombie dropped to the ground. Coincidentally, Lucas produced a Level 7 Male Zombie and a Level 7 Female Zombie. After fusing both Level 7 Male Zombies, they became a Level 8 Male Zombie. To Lucas, a Level 8 Zombie was just too weak.

For drinking water, I ordered five hundred jugs and had them moved into the bunker, along with ten high-powered water purifiers. Aside from food, medicine would become the rarest hard currency in the zombie apocalypse. I cleaned out five pharmacies, buying antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine, fever medicine, painkillers, and all kinds of first-aid kits and surgical tools. Finally, I made a trip to the black market and got three military-grade compound crossbows, several thousand steel bolts, two machetes, and a stab-resistant suit. When the last batch of supplies had been moved into the bunker, the reinforced blast door slowly closed.

They just kept coming. "They are zombies!" Jack screamed, reloading. "Tech-zombies!" Sebastian didn't have a weapon heavy enough. He looked at the Nullifier. He looked at Harper. "Do it!" Harper slammed her hand onto the needle. STAB. The machine woke up. HUUUUUUUM. A low, deep vibration began to fill the room. The skulls on the walls started to chatter. "It needs time to charge!" Braun yelled, throwing a Molotov cocktail (made from rubbing alcohol) at the horde. "We have to buy her two minutes!"

The Frenchman could turn deadly in less than a second. Malcolm nodded at his friends. "Shall we go to my office?" "Yeahh," Henri replied to the group. "Jacob tells me you have some new drinks for us tonight." "Yes. They're the latest from my line of Fusion Cuisine." Malcolm escorted the men down a hall to his office. "The first one, Bubbly Blood, is a combination of blood and champagne. It'll be advertised as the drink of choice for those special vampire occasions." " Formidable, mon ami." Van-nilsen smiled. "I have sorely missed the taste of champagne."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"