Stories About Zombies Novels & Stories

" She ended her story staring at me with hopeful eyes. What did she expect me to say “oh mom what a great story”. No way! I threw my hands a laughed a roaring dry laugh. I held my head to the ceiling and laughed until it became hysterical "You expect me to believe you kidnapped me from some creepy cult that raised me from the earth in a lightning storm?!" I asked incredulously. Was this woman is crazy! She basically said I was a freaking zombie! Or something. Okay so I may be a little judgmental considering I am a vampire but geez that story seemed as farfetched as they come.

Their fear was mostly because of ghost stories that they heard from the other girls in the dormitory as well as their own classmates. There were all sorts of ghost stories told of the girls’ lavatories that always ended up with students screaming in fright and insisting that they go to the lavatories in small groups. There were stories told of ghosts of past students who died in there from different reasons. There were stories of suicides because of a variety of reasons such as family and relationship problems. There were also stories when students took their own lives because of poverty when they were told by families that would need to stop schooling for a while. The teenagers could only s

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The forest itself had become alive with an unnatural energy, feeding on their suffering, growing stronger as each new victim added to its power. By the 2000s, the urban legends surrounding WildWood had reached their peak. The story of the “lost camp” near Terrell State Hospital became a dare for teenagers, a rite of passage to prove their bravery — or foolishness. But those who went never returned, their bodies found weeks later, twisted and deformed, their minds shattered beyond recognition. Ben, Dylan, Mark, and the others were just a few of the many victims, and though they had fought to survive, they had not truly escaped. The spirits of the woods were still there, lurking in the trees,

I had done this for days and then months before the human eaters broke out into white walkers what was known as Zombie people. The lady left my son and I and continued with the rest of the others. The numbers they got from the affected persons which when the machine made the beep they were taken out to be quarantined were as many as about three thousand if only I was a good memory keeper of figures that would do better to give an accurate result. While she continued to scan on the others she would at a point steal a glance at my direction and I would keep my eyes fixed on her, I was not feeling safe after the event took place, I don’t know what else to do or say so I decided not to talk to a

' Diane told me while she was fighting since I can hear her breathing fast. 'What is it?' I asked. 'Their eyes were dead, they were like zombies, like someone was controlling them. How could this happen and what is this sorcery all about? Zombies? 'Just continue monitoring them, I would find a way to stop those who are throwing fireballs' I told her, I really need to kill them so that the people inside won't suffer and their fear would be lessened. It's okay to feel scared sometimes but this is different.

If this happens, things will get even harder, not only for them but for all the people around the world. Liam isn’t a fan of zombie stories; it was his brother who loved them. He never watched it, as he was a person who hated getting thrilled. He always screams whenever he’s watching zombie movies. If Liam knew that this would happen, he'd sneak right beside his brother and watch zombie movies as much as possible. What a regret! The news anchor, with his tone of urgency and panic, reported Even though his eyes said that he’s scared, he still did his work. Not after he spoke, flickering videos and censored images of people transformed into something like zombies flashed on the screen.