Phobia Zombie Novels & Stories

"Tobe, it's alright. You were scared, and unsure of what to do. Not to mention you refused to carry a weapon. It's not like you could have done much anyways." "I could have grabbed your gun, but I didn't. I just stood there and watched a zombie try and eat your face off. You could have died because I was too scared to move." "Tobe, nobody here expects you to be a zombie killing machine, destroying zombies with your bare hands, facing down a horde of them without blinking. You're still traumatized from your treatment at the hands of the zombie Warriors. It's only been two days since we found you; give it some time. You'll come out of your shell and, next time, you won't be so scared to fight.

“If not then I’m not going anywhere.” "Just leave!!!" I felt annoyed so I ended the call and threw Dawn's phone on the bed. What's wrong with her? If only she told me that Dawn carries a deadly virus and will turn into a zombie within a few minutes then I might have left the unit without looking back. Damn zombie movies. I can’t sleep whenever I watch them. I can watch any other horror movies without even flinching but not that gruesome looking dead humans. The hair on my arms stood up after imagining their ghastly form.

- David "There is also an abnormal zombie we cant defeat it just like the normal ones!"- Jimboy "l-lets g-go b-back..."- Raymart "Des are we really going to kill that zombies, just that 6ft zombie feels like it can kill us all in just seconds!"- Bhlezy "yes that what I really feel too even though we increase our numbers, its just impossible"- Dessa it was impossible just the pressure of that 6ft zombie is already too scary!

" The female zombie silently stood in front of Caspian. In an instant, two balls of red light appeared in the smoke and appeared in front of Caspian. Caspian's eyes instantly stopped on the red light, and then his body stopped moving. The female zombie was looking forward to Caspian's reaction. Then she saw that after Caspian stood still, his eyes were gradually covered by a bottomless black. An aura that represented great disaster and terror was released from Caspian. Although she was already a zombie, at this moment, the female zombie still felt unprecedented fear.

Zeve yelled in a suppressed tone. “Who said the strongest alpha couldn’t have phobias?” “Well, Amor. My butterflies never scared you. They are small and alive and they can fly!” “How could they be scary when they felt so good? I mean, I am not scared of butterflies and houseflies, you know? Anything greater than their size and that can fly is scary, like a bat or a hummingbird,” I gestured with my hands, trying to show my stupid intellect on my phobia of flying creatures.

a voice filled with rush fall on my ear and next he grab my hand but before we move light come again turning me almost blind. But the scene in front of stop my breathe. Everyone turns into zombies. Their eyes are dark red , veins popping out of their skin. They take unsteady steps here and there . Blood oozing out of their mouth, the sight is bone chilling. How this happen my brain stop working as I stood there numb. I flinch when Damian pull my hand but he gag my mouth with his hand. "They can't see so move without making sound." He whisper lowly and we take slow and steady steps towards exit. Sweat trickle down my head as some of them are quite near to me. One wrong step an....

*** "Bubba. Missy. Let's move." I backed up fast, pulled the three cats into the security booth, and slammed the door. While they were busy yelling, a few zombies drifted up behind them. Before the apocalypse, they called me soft for keeping "useless" cats. Not anymore. They think they're so capable? Let them handle it. These zombies were different. They bit with intent—no stopping to feed. Before the lion or the crocodiles could react, over half the crowd was infected. Blood flooded the air, thick and metallic, pulling in more zombies.

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”