Similar Games To Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"Not only did you kill your brother, but now you're having delusions and slandering your parents? It seems your madness is worse than I thought!" "Still acting?" I sneered. "If my brother is dead, then Father, Mother, tell me, how did you get here today?" When I was looking down from the edge of the roof just now, I'd noticed the car. A black, armored Cadillac, with the special family license plate. It was the exclusive car of the Moretti family heir. "And that black sedan parked on the street below, who's sitting in it? A ghost?" "Why was there only blood but no body after Lorenzo's duel? Because he never died in the first place!"

I don't mean like vampires, I mean like humans come back to life and eating other humans, meat and all. In this show they call them walkers, or the walking dead. I guess it's good. A lot of emotional stuff happening. There is even a situation that may apply to us. But the more I get into the show, the more I realize that my hand is slowly drifting from Sophia's shoulder, to Rockledge's shoulder.

a woman dressed as a nun asked. "That's right. You're dead. Your souls were dragged into this death game." Brad shrugged. "But don't lose hope. If you clear the game, you get to live again." The screaming and shouting stopped. All eyes turned to them, filled with a new sense of hope. "To be resurrected, you need to collect 'Redemption Points.' 9,999 of them, to be exact," Jessica continued. "But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get."

To them, we were walking wallets. Feed us. Keep us comfy. Then wipe us out in one clean sweep. And yeah, in this game, killing other players was totally allowed. What they didn't know? I wasn't just earning trust—I was stacking top-tier gear from monsters who'd literally die for me. They raised their wands. A flash of magic shot at me. Mara sneered. "Hand over the cards, and maybe I'll let you live—for old times' sake. Otherwise? You die here."

Michael replied calmly, he couldn't look at anybody face because his eyes ball are full of tears. Roman said "Hey bro, what are you saying? we don't understand" "Something like this has happened before in Washington.They killed anyone that goes to them for help, they're using dagger, look at those zombies outside there someone bind they hands that is; they're group of evil people that is turning people to these shit, we're not saved anymore, I lost all my loved ones" Everybody was heartbroken because no one knows what will happened next and those zombies are getting closer to them.

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

Life had been stupidly easy lately. After almost dying in the wastelands, the bosses spoiled me rotten—treasures, smooth runs, no stress. At Haunted High, baby ghosts chirped, "Good morning, Miss Shaw." Crimson Keep's skeleton guards parked my scooter in the VIP spot. Even the carnival's freak show paused their chaos till I dropped the food. My ratings spiked past 9.5. I even caught myself daydreaming about upgrading to a four-wheeled scooter with a roof.

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】