Military Zombie Novels & Stories

If that was not enough, they would have to kill it. They drove past the bodies of headless zombies, whose intact bodies stayed twitching from the aftereffects of the strong shock they received. Among them, there were one or two bodies of fallen soldiers. "This early in the mission…" Miryam whispered under her breath with a slight frown on her face. "Did the quality of soldiers drop?" [They're actually part of Elias' and Jeffery's team…] BaoBao revealed. /The ones who dropped in rank?/ [Mm.]

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

"Do you not feel that the ancestors are still watching over us? That the old ways are still alive?" "Yes, but—" Suddenly, more memories flooded my mind. Memories of Rush arguing with the Shaman, imploring her to see reason, to attack and kill the wolves without just cause. Memories of Rush breaking away from his tribe. Memories of him forming Nightshade, the Hunters. Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species.

"All units on alert! It's an ambush! Get ready to fight!" Miguel yelled as soon as the threat occurred. Everyone was on high alert as Mount Regent trembled ferociously with a loud rumble. Instantly, corpses rose from the ground. They were dressed in clothes from ancient times, each armed with a weapon. There were tens of thousands of zombies, locking onto the young soldiers and swarming toward them. "Stay calm. We'll fight our way out of this!" Miguel commanded.

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo. The undead were former soldiers, but they were now under the command of Papa Nightmare—someone who, Roo now knew, while brutal and merciless, was inexperienced as a military leader. The Voudon priest was used to a brute-force approach. The number of dismantled Civil War-era corpses piled up in the storage unit was a testament to Papa Nightmare’s lack of military acumen.

Everything he’d imagined about this place was spot on, including the ever-present sense of foreboding that had seized up his gut on their first patrol and had never let go. As they made their way down the narrow road, with all senses peaked to maximum alert, Tim continually hoped for just another routine run, but remained ready should the worst happen. It wasn’t until their group reached the other side of the small village that he allowed himself a full breath. The convoy of five armored vehicles turned left to continue its circuit before returning to base. *** Her mom and dad met and visited with Jodie while Sarah finished making dinner with her brand-new cookware. “It’s ready,” she announc

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Med-Bay Observation Deck The sterile white of the medical bay was a stark contrast to the grimy chaos of the warehouse. Through the thick glass, we watched a team of doctors and medical drones work on Amy. She lay on a central table, surrounded by glowing holographic readouts and whirring machines. The two puncture wounds on her neck were covered with a clear bio-gel, but a dark, web-like pattern was already spreading under her skin, creeping toward her jawline.

I was still wearing my tactical training gear as I'd only just stepped off an armored vehicle patrolling the walls. Lasagna was an old dog now, but she still followed me around with boundless, excitable energy. Survivors passing by would all stop to greet me politely, their eyes filled with awe. "Is today's cleanup mission complete?" I asked the Boss, Mauro Casu, who was standing next to me. "Yes, Principessa. The horde of zombies in the west of the city have been repelled, and we're currently cleaning up the battlefield." Mauro then opened his mouth to speak again, but he suddenly thought of something and hesitated.

" His words fanned the others' anger, yet the looming threat kept them from wasting breath on him. … Half an hour later, we finally reached the temporary shelter. The heavy blast doors slid shut, cutting off the zombies' roars outside. "At last… We're safe!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Just then, a teammate gasped, "Oh no... I just received word that that was the last helicopter for the day. The military… is abandoning this entire zone!" "Are you saying the military has ended the evacuation and we're stuck in this hellhole for good?" Everyone's faces went pale, and their voices quivered.