Pride And Prejudice And Zombies Novels & Stories

My eyes dart around, trying to ignore the lying corpse of the men who were devoured last night, having to spot no moving object I turn to Mel whose eyes are fixed at a corpse on the ground. “It was here last night” She says, pointing her gun to the pale skinned female zombie with a ripped chest. I look at the ripped corpse, most of them had their hearts ripped off and a big bore on their chest while insect feasts on their bodies. “Adam, let's go” Mel says to me. I imagine what will happen if the predator had found us in the trunk last night. At least now we know what we're up against. *******************************

I moved quietly through the halls, my footsteps measured, until I reached the old man’s study. The door was shut. I pushed it open without knocking. Father sat behind his massive oak desk, the room thick with the pungent scent of his cigar burning between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling like a serpent. The dim lamp cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the deep lines of age and power. He didn’t look surprised to see me. But then again, nothing surprised Elias Zarvan. I closed the door behind me with a firm click. “Do you want to die earlier than necessary with this addiction of yours?” My tone was stern, laced with the authority of the firstborn who had car

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's a selection mechanism. 99.9% of humans who get infected turn into zombies, but there's that 0.1% of humans who, due to their genetics, constitution, will force, or some other unknown factor, trigger an evolution within them." She walked back to my bed. "You're part of that 0.1%. The perfect evolved specimen." Perfect evolved specimen? The words exploded in my ears. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It means that you're now completely immune to the zombie virus. Your cells have undergone an adaptive evolution, making the virus ineffective against you. Your physical condition, including strength, speed, reflexes, recovery… All of those have reached the theoretical upper limit of humans." She

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

But the thing that was even more rude is, they had unexpectedly got fed with dog food by the very own little girl whose hands had just killed a zombie ruthlessly a while ago and the unfeeling zombie that have no care to his own kind. The single dog zombies who have not yet had been in a relationship in the past and also in the present: ... Wu...Wu... Wu (They are public displaying affection in front of single dogs like us! They are truly a sinner indeed) The woman who's collar was still being dragged by the indifferent zombie who had clearly evolve a while ago at her back: ... Ah, truly unfortunate to run into these lovebirds. Even little girls now had a love life on their own. I am only tor

Regret and disbelief filled their faces as they stared at the woman behind the glass. "Raarh!" A zombie with most of its face rotted away lunged forward, its broken jaw clamping down on Preston's neck. Warm arterial blood sprayed several yards into the air. The bright red scent sent the surrounding zombies into a frenzy. In seconds, Preston, Douglas, Celia, Jocelyn, and the rest were swallowed by the horde. "Raarh!" "Raarh!" "Raarh!"

She liked getting rewarded for her obedient behavior. What do you know... He was definitely going to keep this in mind for later. For now, he only had to try and control himself around her. Get a better grip, if he wanted to keep her for longer. It was safe to say that last night wasn't one of his proudest of moments. He'd almost killed her. That blood of hers was so fucking good, so incredibly enrapturing that he'd lost himself completely. And it was the first time in all his damned years as a vampire that that had ever happened. He was proud enough to say that he had an excellent self-control, for a turned blood-lusting creature. Not even his beloved Adelaide, who had been born a vampire h

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

His eyes went wide for half a second, then guarded. "Lily," he said, very quietly. "I know." "This is inconvenient." "I know," I said again. We went on dancing. Neither of us spoke. The candlelight swung past in streaks and the room dissolved around us, and for a few turns I forgot I was anyone's exhibit. I forgot to be afraid. I only knew his hand, and the fact that I didn't want him to let go. I hated it. Of course I hated it. He was a vampire prince who'd called me a term of a treaty. I had no right to feel anything but caution.