Plants Versus Zombies Almanac Novels & Stories

We were on high alert all the way. The emergency lights were strobing, threatening to fizz out at any moment. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the rancor of rotten flesh. The growls of zombies added to the noise in the air. Right when we were about to arrive at the exit, a familiar voice called out for help, "Help! Please!" We checked out the source of the shout and realized it was Yves. He was trapped in a corner, and three zombies were tearing his flesh out. His right arm was ripped from his torso, and blood spurted like a fountain.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

Any zombie foolish enough to approach the walls was immediately attacked by the creature, its sharp beak tearing straight into their flesh and organs without mercy. With the zombie bird patrolling outside, I could finally relax and spend my days inside the greenhouse peacefully. The seeds I planted only a few days ago had already begun bearing fruit. Meanwhile, the animals inside the livestock pens were growing at terrifying speed. The calf I had exchanged through the system just yesterday was somehow already taller than me today. At this rate, I’d probably need to start learning how to milk cows in a few more days. My life became so full and comfortable that I almost forgot I still had a si

“Havermouth needs to know what happened to their loved ones who were trapped in the hospital when this happened.” “Alright,” Heath gestured to the man with the flame thrower. “Let’s hope our zombie friend is the only survivor in there, and we’re not about to release a pack of face eating monsters into the hallway.” “Aim for the head with your weapons,” Talen advised grimly as they returned. “And the joints. They will find it harder to attack effectively without limbs, or eyes.” “And they won’t be able to bite without a mouth,” Rohan agreed. “Do you think that why those Van Helsings…?”

she cried before taking her cat form and zoomed right out of the window. “Damn it!” Azum grabbed his overcoat in a hurry. “If she stays alone right now, she’ll end up hurting herself even more!” He was about to run out of the library when… “The plants!” I said. He looked over his shoulder, “sorry?” “The plants grew around her.” I glanced at the plants that had grown everywhere Zosha’s power landed. They had overgrown, far beyond their normal size and now that Zosha was gone, they were all dying away. The same with the moss she stepped on.

“Let me out! I know you have a cure for this. Stop it before it goes further.” “I have no cure,” Olga replied in a calm and steady tone as she made notes on her clipboard without looking up at her. The virus was taking hold quickly so Alice’s next words were slurred. “Sure you do. You have been working on it for some time.” “That’s for the human zombies,” Olga explained. “Not the aliens.” “I am close to human,” Alice slurred as she slowly slid to the floor. “That is why I came to breed….”

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

After the pattern appeared, Lady Maisie stretched out her five fingers and grabbed the pattern with her slender white fingers. At the same time, a huge boom could be heard from the surface of the lake. Large amounts of lake water gathered together to form a palm that was more than ten acres wide, which grabbed toward the zombies in mid-air. One of these zombies was obviously different. Not only were its eyes red, but there was also a single horn on its head. At this time, the palm condensed by the current instantly caught these zombies. The other zombies could not struggle, so they could only roar loudly and were slapped to the shore by the rolling water.

“Why would a cookbook be in the combat theory section?” “It’s not a cookbook. It’s a field guide to edible plants. For survival training.” “Oh.” He didn’t move, still leaning over me with one hand braced on the table and the other on the shelf above my head. “That makes more sense.” I looked up at him. “Can you move? You’re blocking my light.” “Am I?” He grinned down at me. “Sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to get in your way.” “Zane, I swear to the gods, I’m gonna—”

The adults are in a state of anxiety that they can’t seem to comprehend the truth. So our pack is a mess right now, still reeling from the ambush days ago. It didn’t get better for us. But that didn’t discourage me from doing my research, as that’s the only thing I could do right now aside from assisting the Healers in monitoring other patients. I’m in Alpha Eros’ office, looking for another book that might help in my research. I’ve seen two books about rare plants and one book about poisons. It looks quite old already, but it was well cared for— not that I expected any less from the Alpha.