Nation Z Vs The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

Fondness points: -800] [Lukey was scratched by a zombie. Fortunately, I had medicine with me. Fondness points: -500] [Jeffrey smiled at me today. Fondness points: +10] [Shoved into a swarm of zombies for the second time. Everyone said I was useless. Fondness points: -400] [Shoved for the third time. Fondness points: Depleted. System execution: Activated] [I watched over this city for three years, but everyone wants me dead.]

That was far better than hiding in some empty mountain hollow with nothing to eat and constant zombie attacks. At Tomorrow Base, there were only two kinds of people: people who could kill zombies and people who were extremely good at killing zombies. Under their leader, they established a zombie kill quota. Every person had to turn in one zombie head per day. Fail, and your own head was on the line. With such a ruthless fighting force, Tomorrow Base secured a foothold in the city center and kept growing stronger. Another subordinate sneered. "A trash league like that could never compare to our Tomorrow Base. Leagues like theirs are probably made of small suburban bases that couldn't survive

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

Present day ZANE NIGHTCLAW, THE FERAL ALPHA OF THE MOST DANGEROUS pack on the continent, undisputed ruler in a wild territory known for its exceptional bloodthirst, listens to Human classical music while driving. I did not see that coming. And yet here he is. Post Vampyre slaughtering, blissfully unaffected as he chauffeurs me back to the Southwest pack. Lightly tapping his long fingers against the steering wheel to keep rhythm like a connoisseur. Would it be insulting to openly manifest my shock? Do I care about offending Zane?

I asked, scanning the room. “They don’t eat with us,” Nova said. “They’ve got their own private dome at the top there. Only the chosen are allowed in.” he pointed up. “Chosen?” i muttered looking up. He nodded. “The elites. The strongest. The top survivors.” I swallowed a bite. “So what happens if someone makes it to Zone 10? Like… what then? What’s the endgame?” Nova leaned back, twirling a fork between his fingers. “If you make it to Zone 10…” he said slowly, “you get a chance to find your lifeline key.”

I shook my head. Larry walks to the river, pulling off his clothes to wash himself up, not minding if the water is contaminated by the zombie corpse. Eddy sits on the floor with sweat dripping from his chin then he unload his gun and counts his bullet on the sand. Five bullets left, I just hope we survive tonight. "Holy shit" Larry says as he points to a zombie standing blankly on the hill. "Night walkers, It's just one. I'll take care of it." I assure Larry who's about to load his gun.

" I promise to all you have said " Damon walks towards Alex " It is good to see you are still alive" Smiling I look around, how all the vampires are dead, Grant and Chase did their job "You are lucky to have Zulu on your side, healing your wounds " Zulu gaze met mine, she is begging for me to say no more but if I can't kill him, at least I should be able to wound his pride.

The warriors seemed to have retreated, as they walked back to Zane slowly. Zane looked up at me. "You've got the other side of the deal?" He asked. Without hesitation I pointed at Nathan, who was still disguised as an ordinary warrior and fighting gallantly against the now retreating warriors. "He's the one," I said, trying to maintain the firmness of my voice. "He's the werewolf who has the superpowers." " Is that so? " Zane asked softly, taking preying steps towards Nathan who had long stopped the fighting, panting.

He wanted to say something but it seemed the words were too big to utter. "My heartfelt condolences to everyone who lost someone to the wicked act of this notorious city hunter. We will no more call her the city hunter. That will be like praising a criminal. She is a zombie" Mayor Mount took a deep breath. "And zombie should not be allowed to exist within our society. Zombie kills, they are all about apocalypse. She wants to ruin us. We will ruin her before she ruins us. I urge everyone that ever comes across the zombie killer to inform the security operatives immediately. Do not harbor the zombie killer. She is our enemy. An enemy of Newland" Mayor Mount said as closure and walked out of th