Mutated Zombie Novels & Stories

Not only were the ones on the walls blown backward, even the towering pile of bodies beneath them began swaying violently, on the verge of collapse. For the first time since the attack began, I finally had a moment to breathe. I looked up sharply, trying to see what had just flown overhead. A rescue aircraft? But the moment I saw it clearly, a chill crawled down my spine. It was a mutated zombie bird. So, animals could be infected too. And somehow, I was only realizing it now. The creature beat its massive wings before suddenly diving downward. I immediately raised my gun toward it, only to realize its flight path wasn’t aimed at us at all.

And then I can see Katya and Elizabeth having their hush conversation and then Elizabeth buried her face against Katya's neck, then Katya giggled and kissed Elizabeth on the side. We set down the food at the table, Hecate and I made burgers, fries, and other fingerling foods. Hecate and I also made some shakes to beat the heat while the electrician fix the power line. Hecate and I also made some food for the electrician, we're just gonna wait for him to finish fixing the electricity. The six of us started eating our food, Elizabeth is sitting beside Katya and I can see how flushed Elizabeth's face is, I just ignored it and continued eating and talking.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Either way, I fell hard for him, even if he scared me. When I was sixteen, everything changed. The entire world changed because we realized we weren’t alone. I’m not talking about aliens. Nope, crazy as it sounds, I’m talking about Zombies. Not the slow, dumb kind. It turns out zombies are fast, strong, intelligent, and vicious. Not only do they eat brains, but they will eat human flesh if brains are available. We didn’t get zombies from a virus, a vaccine, or any of the normal things in the books, movies, or TV shows. It turns out zombies come from a mutated human gene that activates after death. This mutated gene is inherited by one's father if he carries the mutation.

They moved with the stiff, jerky reluctance of hostages walking through a minefield. Around their necks, the silver collars pulsed with an angry, rapid red light. The man in the center—the one who had destroyed the gate—was a mountain of mutated muscle. His arms were disproportionately massive, the skin vibrating so intensely that the air around his fists blurred in a localized haze of seismic friction. To his left stood a young woman whose forearms had split open, revealing jagged, foot-long spikes of rapidly regenerating bone. To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying.

I looked calmly at the dark barrels pointed at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? If Ruth comes back, you’ll die a very ugly death.” “She’s not coming back!” Dan roared. “There are three S-class zombies out there. She’s dead for sure!” “Stop wasting more time. Shoot him!” Callie shrieked. Dan was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly, a deafening crash exploded behind them. The door behind them was violently smashed open, and a mutated zombie burst inside with a furious roar. Everything happened so fast. It all happened too quickly. Callie, scared out of her wits, immediately grabbed Dan beside her and shoved him toward the lunging zombie.

Lucas said to Biggy. Biggy threw a punch upon receiving Lucas’ order. Boom! A thundering sound was heard, and the Rank 1 Evolved Ones instantly died unsightly deaths. As Lucas had ordered, only one Rank 1 Evolved One was spared. Lyla was stupefied. She had heard of mutant zombies and their realms before. Levels 1 to 10 were ordinary zombies. From level Level 10 onward, they were mutant zombies. Mutant zombies were called Rank 1, Rank 2, and so on.

Its eyes glowed with faint spirals — not green, but amber. “Mutation,” I whispered, backing up. “It’s absorbed Verdant energy.” The mutated zombie roared, the sound shaking the rafters. Kira and Mara screamed for cover as it slammed its fists against the wall again, tearing through layers of protection like nothing. I summoned my power instinctively, the spirals under my skin flaring to life. Vines burst from the floor, wrapping around its limbs, but the creature ripped through them. “Impossible…” I hissed, stumbling back. My strength wasn’t enough.

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!

You ended it before it got close enough to tear someone apart. She had seen similar things before, just under a different sky. In her old world, mutated humans with collapsed abilities were worse than zombies because zombies were honest. Zombies wanted flesh, followed noise, and died when the brain was destroyed.