Mutated Zombie Novels & Stories

] "Then what am I?" [You're mutated because you were in close vicinity. Since your body was close to the virus, you have much more of it entering your body than anyone else. You should have turned into a Zombie, but because of the new tattoo from the master, all it could do was just change your body a little.] "So you're telling me that me attacking my lover and attempting to drain him of his blood is a little change?" [My apologies Host, but yes. Your anatomy was changed so that you can only live off of human blood instead of water and food.]

- Dessa "don't belittle me I know now how to use the enchantment!"- John Carl "Just let him be"- Bobby as the mutated dog is sleeping slowly we surround it and wait for the perfect moment to attack I told my self that today ill make them see that I'm a veteran zombie killer but when we are near to the mutated dog, I was tripped by the rock! "waaa!"- John Carl *kisshhhi!* and because of this, the Mutated Dog has been waking up!

I say to her. “I'm not regular” she whispers again under her breath then she buttons up her shirt. Mel pulls out her knife, slowly she slit her left palm, “See,” she says, showing me her bleeding palm which seem not to stop anytime sooner. I reach for my backpack to get some bandage. Mel pulls her hand away from my reach as I try to help. “I'm useless” She mutter, clenching her fist. “What if my zombie blood has been mutated not to function again? What if the next bite change me? What if-”

However, this is the worst case scenario because it directly involves life. She's energetic and can loosen her vigilance because she's invisible for the zombies while these people here inside the refugee's camp are scared of those man-eater monsters outside and cannot fight without hiding. Darwin Kim also saw the condition of the unconscious woman but he couldn't help at all. He's helpless and powerless. He's just slightly stronger than average human. It is enough to defend himself from limited number of zombies but he cannot defend all of the people inside this refugee's camp. Suddenly, the unconscious woman's finger twitched once. No one saw it, even Psyche Flint. Her skin slowly change in

Anton commands, his command roaring aloud and through the pack link. I pull Chloe with me, helping drive the crowd toward the pack house. “Mutants!” Screams tear through the air as my feet break into a sprint. I have to get Chloe to safety. I have to protect her unborn child. This isn’t a fight. No wolf—Alpha, Luna, or warrior—has ever survived a direct clash with a mutated wolf. They are a plague, wiping out everything they bite. Chloe and I are trapped in the stampeding crowd, the steel doors of the pack house already starting to descend. I am all but dragging Chloe at this point, Anton right on our heels as the mutants pick up speed on our flank.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade. “Monsters in human form,” I muttered as I continue to stop the bleeding of my legs. “We’re not as bad as you think.” A cloud of dust was blown on my face and suddenly, I lost my sight and felt the urge to close my eyes and sleep. I woke up with a cold feeling on my cheeks, the werewolf with silver eyes is tapping his hands on my cheeks when I opened my eyes. “Convel, you used too much grovel mushroom.” He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes.

All of them were wielding weapons. It had mutated into something scary and disgusting. It was much more horrifying than the haggard, giant spider that was the old hag. Willow had a thought and said, "Let me test the waters." Purple light glowed in her eyes, and it shot right at the zombie monster that had just been put together. Its massive body had been moving forward and was stomping toward Chase and the others. However, it looked like it was turning away. The giant, old hag noticed this unexpected turn and roared angrily at the sky.

Xia grip on the zombie neck tightened, her twinkling phoenix eyes as if it had stars in them as she slowly approached the zombie ears, she says, “I forgot to tell you. I am immune to zombie virus” she muttered so sweetly but her words were still regarded as if every word she uttered was covered with thorns, it sent goose bumps to his greyish skin and sent chills to his infected cell for the last time, before he felt his body exploding.