Plants Vs Zombies Adventures Game Novels & Stories

** The next few days in the base were peaceful, the type of peace that none of them has experienced since the very beginning of Apocalypse period. Everyone in the base were all living well, Not until_ "General, Our Plants outside of the base has been invaded by Zombies!" A Solider who looked really tattered with his clothes torn in several places reported. It showed that he has gone through a serious fight. "What?!" Mr. Miller and Lucas Miller who were having a serious conversation exclaimed not expecting the news at all. "The plants are guarded well and Zombies are never supposed to break in" Mr. Miller muttered. "Are there any survivors amongst you?" Lucas asked.

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

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.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

Maria looks for what she can use to kill the zombie. But she said to herself that, how can she kill it because she has never killed a zombie before, what if the zombie attacked her. Then she remembers the day her brother told her that zombies can die only if they attack them on the head but if it is another part of their body they won't die. They're bushes at the left and right of the road, Maria moves closer to one side and searches the area maybe she will see any stick that is strong enough to kill the zombie.

“Killing your beloved pawns and knights.” He tuts, shaking his head. “A tragedy.” He begins to straighten his knocked down pieces. “Except, the plague didn’t actually kill them. It altered their brain chemistry and made them zombies.” Then he moves all the pawns three tiles forward. “Goodluck trying to fight the undead.”

Still dealing with the absurdity of a zombie aunt, Joanna was just plain mad. Raven spoke up. "Joanna, I can hear pockets of conversation. They are not zombies. They are discussing a strange plant that pulses." Joanna froze at the mention of the pulsing plant. In her dream, this was known as the most intelligent plant after the apocalypse started. She had never seen it before, but she had heard terrifying rumors of its immense, destructive capabilities. She also remembered a critical detail from her dream: the plant's warning system consisted of powerful pulses that acted like heavy air charges, generating violent shockwaves capable of slamming into and throwing a threat far away from it.

Flora laughed along. They walked a little more, and a village appeared before Flora. "Here is the village. The island is not so big, so there are not a lot of establishments here," Damien introduced the place to Flora. She looked around. She saw a house which seemed to be the village convenience store. There were rice and fruit stands and different goods of many kinds. The rest of the place were houses. Wooden and concrete built houses of different sizes but all with plants of vegetables and flowers. The fences were not woods or steel, they were plants that grow high but neatly trimmed not more than a man's midways high to see the in and out of the yards, from neighbors to neighbors.

If anyone was after her, that is. She did her best to keep from stepping on the sprawled limbs of the lifeless zombie bodies that were clustered at the base of the tree. As she pulled out the arrows that were still good enough to use again, she couldn’t resist comparing the look in their eyes to what she’d seen while they were animated. They all matched now. They were all staring, blankly, into nothingness.