Miraculous Zombizou Novels & Stories

-Yes sir, experiments 01 are ready for the attack- one of them replied -Perfect, as soon as the sun goes down we will attack the mansion-

"What happened? Are you alright, Mira?" "Yes, I will be once you are here. How far away are you?" "I will be there in thirty minutes," he said to me. "Make it twenty." "Whatever," he answered. The link cut. In twenty-five minutes, he arrived in all his glory. "What was the emergency, Mira?" "Here," I said to him, pointing at the burnt corpse on the floor. "Ahhhhhh! What the fuck did you do, Mira? What happened to him?"

The man turned abruptly and exclaimed, "What did you do to my mother?" Zoey sneered, "She got infected with Venomous Worm. It seems like she can only go to Mirland to cure Venomous Worm, otherwise she will kick the bucket." The young man and woman looked at each other and placed the boy on the ground, wanting to carry the older woman and leave quickly. Just as Zoey blocked the way of the three people, a mischievous smile curled up at the corner of her lips, "Are you just going to leave like this?"

Davina’s ghost form emerged from the darkness, hands outstretched, a blue-white line of light from her hand holding the barrier behind me in place. “Not this time, Goth,” Davina frowned, not looking my way. I folded my hands into fists and flicked my wrist, and an earth-shattering snap followed. I released my fist, and Mira’s remains fell to the floor in a small thud. “No way, I’m getting out of here,” Zeke struggled to rise to his feet. I stopped him with an outstretched hand toward his direction. Flicking my wrist, he was up in the air in an instant, hurled towards the nearest wall and going limp.

Fire spread through my chest. Something pulled painfully tight inside me. Pulling and pulling. Until it snapped. “No,” I screamed. Blue howled inside my head. My hands moved across my stomach, searching for him. He had moved before. I had felt him. Blue’s howl turned into a broken cry, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew. Goddess, I knew. My baby was dead. I couldn't move anymore. Even my heart stopped beating. This was it. I was dying too.

I said, "I've been reborn. In my past life, I died three years after the zombie outbreak. "These are records of my purchases before the zombie outbreak. In a year, the safe zone will be overrun by a large wave of zombies. We have to prepare in advance." He took my phone and looked at it in surprise. "Do you know the cause of the virus, then?" "That had yet to be discovered when I died." He fell briefly silent. "There are missiles and infrared systems outside the safe zone, and we have satellites monitoring the zombies' movements. Whatever you highlighted won't happen."

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

Dr. Z was almost done on his researched. He was pleased with his artwork. He checked everything and he was ready. He only needs one thing. The magical water that was flowing inside Kris body. At first, Dr. Z thought that if the guardian will die, the magical water will leave her body but he found out that it doesn’t come out naturally even just by her death. It will only make the guardian became alive again. Based from his constant research he decided to build a machine. It has the capability to absorb all kinds of energies and power, it could transfer energy into another body. He called it the Z POD.

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

Mmmph… exciting conflict… survivors versus robot zombies… This… is the most modern content! ZF-BOSS began recording with his broken camera, even though there was nothing to store it on. "Damn! He’s actually enthusiastic!" Riska cursed. "System, you said the Tech-Zombies' weakness is EMP and Microwave Frequency!" Bima asked internally. [System Suggestion: 'Master AI' can generate microwaves, but it requires time and a massive amount of power. An EMP can be created by 'Overcharging' a strong electronic energy source.] "Overcharge a strong electronic energy source?" Bima looked at his solar-powered flashlight, then at Riska’s Master AI, and finally at the ruins of the building nearby.