Level Up Zombie Novels & Stories

CRUNCH! On his second hit, the giant zombie's chest visibly caved in. He reversed and charged again. CRUNCH! On the third hit, its head burst like an overripe melon. Finally, silence. [Tier 2 Zombie eliminated!] [Drops:] [1. Vehicle Upgrade Blueprint (Lv.3 → Lv.4)] [2. Basic Gene Serum x1 (Rare!)] A Lv.4 blueprint? A gene enhancement serum? Jake's eyes lit up with surprise. But he didn't check the rewards just yet. He still had a factory full of zombies to clear.

A low electronic tone pulsed suddenly through her skull. LUS INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. Evelyn jerked upright violently. Damian swore. “Okay, seriously.” A translucent blue screen flickered across her vision. LOGISTIC UTILIZATION SYSTEM ONLINE. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: MAXIMIZE HOST SURVIVAL PROBABILITY. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE:3.7% Evelyn’s stomach dropped. Three point seven percent. “That’s comforting,” she muttered under her breath. Damian blinked. “What?” The screen shifted again. FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

Before long, I felt my hands grow so numb that I could barely move them. I was so cold. I knew I had messed up. I would never dare covet my younger brother Beckett Walker's food again—not even a whiff of it. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a red alert echoed through the entire base. It was a Code Red—the highest-level zombie horde invasion! I could hear panicked screams, frantic footsteps, and the deafening roar of heavy gunfire. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to shout, my voice trembling and stuttering from the cold. "Dad! Mom! Let me out! The zombies are here!"

Our fallen friends were lying on the ground, and their bravery inspired us to keep going and face the difficulties ahead. After a tough effort, we finally made it to my dad's side. He seemed tired but resolute. When our eyes met, I could see the love and worry in his gaze. He cautioned me, "Lily, please be careful," expressing his concern as any father would. I nodded, holding my weapon tightly. The three of us fought together, moving as one. The battle felt like it went on forever. Every moment tested our strength and determination. But little by little, we started gaining the advantage. The vampires stumbled, and their numbers decreased as we fought harder.

"The little girl who has no magic power at all, how much power can she have? The first thing you need to do is to use a method like burning your life to hurt your enemy and think that you can kill me? Ulric, Ulric, I didn't expect it, but I ended up dying in the hands of me that you never even looked at. I clearly heard the bones of the body creaking sound, gradually, but gradually transformed into a huge werewolf, in the big black wolf did not dare to look at it jumped to its front, fiercely smashed two fists after one up and down picking its mouth hard, no matter how it struggles can not get rid of me. I heard a crunching sound, the wolf's head was broken into two halves, and the black wol

Yes, but it’s how things are. Humans try to fight, but zombies aren’t that hard to kill. You have to chop their head off. Fire might slow them down, but it normally doesn’t kill them. Oh, did I mention they can heal? Not fast, but faster than a human. Some call them Super Zombies as they are nothing we ever predicted.

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?"

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."