Oblivion Zombie Novels & Stories

The morning sun barely penetrated the haze of dust and decay that hung over the desolate campus. Shadows danced across the rubble-strewn ground as the tension in the air thickened. The group—Joseph, Luke, Mira, Collins, Jeff, Favour, and Sarah—stood trapped in a suffocating circle of fear. Akin stood at the center, flanked by his sentient zombie and a horde of undead, their vacant, lifeless eyes trained on their prey.

The earth there began to change; the green moss and rich brown soil didn’t rot, but faded, the colour drained out, turning pale grey, grey, and the texture flattened, as if erased from a drawing. A small white wildflower shook, its petals losing shape and colour until it was nothing but grey, it was a blur, then gone. Not dead. Unwritten. A shocked gasp spread among the survivors. Hearing about Oblivion was one thing, seeing it was truly terrifying. “This is a thinning,” the Remnant said. “A place where memory is weak, where the story of what is frays. It starts small, a forgotten name, a lost song, a place no one has loved for ages, then it grows. It will swallow towns, cities, and the memo

Lucas said slowly to Evelyn. Evelyn nodded. Then the two of them continued to walk into the place where zombies gathered. "Howl!" "Roar!" Just ten minutes after they left, they saw dozens of zombies. These dozens of zombies noticed them and rushed to them crazily. These zombies looked like humans who had starved to death for ten days and nights. However, how could these zombies be a match for Lucas? In an instant, dozens of zombies all fell to the ground. Lucas mixed them all together and asked them to gather zombies. Now the Apocalyptic Legion was gathering zombies in various places and they were not around him. Otherwise, he didn't need to do it himself.

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

Briggs grunted as his boots hit the road. He flexed his newly upgraded level-two muscles, a sudden orange glow illuminating the dark fabric of his uniform. With a low grunt, he slammed his palms together, channeling his newly enhanced element. A concentrated jet of bright, high-temperature flame erupted from his hands, instantly melting the ice on the road and engulfing a cluster of rushing zombies. The infected collapsed into ash before they could even reach the vehicle. Beside him, Jolie’s vines whipped out of her sleeves like green lightning, piercing through the foreheads of three zombies simultaneously and tossing their bodies into the snow.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I awoke to the smell of smoke curling up my nostrils. Am I on fire? I look around me to find the source of the smoke but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. Everywhere is dark and empty. Hollow even. Where am I? I’m sure as hell this not the room I fell asleep. This is not even a room, it’s like a black hole. Did I die in my sleep and go to hell? Is this what hell looks like?

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

With that command, the smog shrunk into nothing and the earth’s tremors calmed. Olivia sank to the ground breathing heavily. Her heart pumped a mile a minute and the adrenaline persisted. Tears pooled her orbs, and she clutched her chest . Zombra is gone. Olivia removed her. Even though she knew they were fake on Zombra’s part, memories of their time together flashed through Olivia’s mind like an old record. And a cold liquid streaked down her cheeks. Little witch.

My breath trapped itself inside my throat and the hunting knife slipped from my fingers clattering against the metal floor. It was Marcus. The man who had thrown me to the zombies in my past life. He looked pathetic now. His expensive jacket was ripped, his hair was matted with dirt and his eyes were wild with fear. Behind him was his mother, Evelyn. She was clutching Marcus's arm, her mouth open in a wail. "Keep running Mom! Don't look back!" Marcus yelled, his voice cracking as he checked over his shoulder. Behind them three moving shapes sprinted out from the dark alleyways. They weren't the zombies from the first hours of the outbreak. These were mutated, low-tier variants. Their limbs w