Nation Z Vs The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

At least she's not alive to continue with her nonsense in the mansion. The moment Nisha's dead body fell to the tiled floor, Zane's heart glowed brighter than before for Naevia. He navigated his eyes away from the dead lady on the ground and straight to the sexy goddess holding a gun. Naevia has a serious face on, as she kept her revolver back in her back pocket. "Get this corpse out of here. Her face alone just makes .me want to shoot her the second time again. Toss it into the sea or bury it where no one will find it," Naevia ordered.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

Fred's severed head fell to the ground with a thud. (Author's Note: The term "I give you mercy" was from Z Nation. A TV show in America is mainly about zombies, and the show comes right after another TV show called Black Summer.) I screamed at what I saw because we are not used to seeing such a scene every day, right? Coco gagged and we hurried to leave when Uncle Jim told us to leave and that he would be the one to bury Fred. Cole was driving and Chito was next to him. Coco and I are behind them.

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

It was clear that he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how to word it. “What is it?” Seeing as Herman was hesitating to continue, Marshal Nelson became very anxious. Herman inhaled deeply once again before stating, “The zombie army is Marshal Ubel’s strongest force. However, they require blood to survive.” “So?” “After they enter the city, the zombie army will indulge themselves in drinking blood to their heart’s content.” “D*mn it!” Marshal Nelson cursed angrily. “Is there a difference between this outcome and the massacre?” “There’s a tiny difference,” Herman replied. “Those zombies will stop once they are full, which means less people will die, but we can’t rule out the possibil

Whether or not he came through would be completely up to Aaron. For the first time in ten years, life was beginning to feel a little more normal. Her mom was there. Zane loved her–and she loved him, too. And it seemed like Cadon had a girlfriend of some sort. The LIGHTS team finally had the upper hand against the Vampires. The American government was finally beginning to realize that President Crimson Crotch was a crook. The world was resettling itself.

At this time, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Nicolas Gordon and Jade Gordon were almost exhausted. When the last zombie fell down, they fell to the ground, panting and their chests heaving violently, regardless of the stains all over the ground. The most tragic thing was that their team had been reduced. The other disciples of the Mountwave Sect and Fauna Imperial Sect who followed the crowd to Immortal Ascension Stair fell on the way over.

They walked out of the bedroom, past the groaning guards and the wreckage of the kitchen, and straight into the waiting black SUVs. As the cars tore away from the safehouse, the city of Havenfall blurred into a streak of neon and shadow. Nathan held the sleeping boy in his lap, his hand locked in Zack's. The war was coming. But for the first time in three years, Nathan Durand knew exactly what he was fighting for.

I could even see the rising black smoke in the distance. That was the location of the firefight. "Less than two miles to go," the driver said. I tightened my grip on my weapon. 20 minutes later, the convoy reached the edge of the battlefield. The scene that unfolded before me was brutal. Out of a group of 40, only about 20 people remained who were still fighting. They were trapped in a half-collapsed shopping mall and surrounded by a dense horde of zombies. These weren't ordinary zombies. They were high-tier ones that were faster and stronger.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"