Stories About Zombies Novels & Stories

I don't think I could ever forget what I had seen the night Carla and the other girls were slaughtered at the casino. "So… there are commoners who bite people, and turn them into vampires-slash-zombies to make an army of them?!" I called out, processing all the horrifying possibilities inside my head. Patrick put a bitter smile on his face. "It would have been better if it had only been like that." "Then what is it?" I asked, anxiously leaning towards him, anticipating getting every detail about the situation.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”

Malcolm Jameson stood in the doorway of his penthouse suite and looked out onto the Manhattan skyline. He was hungry and irritable. If that oaf, Peter, didn’t arrive with his dinner soon, he’d eat him instead. He’d seen so many changes in his four hundred years of vampirism, but none so great as the way mankind buried knowledge and facts about the supernatural and magic world in mythical tales and lore. Had that not been the case, he questioned if he and his vampire family would still be around. Modern equipment and science had progressed to the point they could easily track them down and kill them. Of course, first, they’d have to believe they existed.

A shape lurches into view, close enough for any student to see their opponent clearly. It drags a skeletal axe while raising its bulging arms and mangled hands. The creature advances, intent on killing anyone who is too sluggish to escape its clutches. "Zombies!" shouted a female student, holding her quivering hands together. "These creatures are zombies. They are attracted to blood and cannot see or smell. They were created by magical devastation inside the dungeon." Rose elaborated. "Graaahhh!" The zombie screamed, and its scream echoed over the desert. As creatures rose from the depths of the desert, the earth shook and sand began to burst.

"Senior, that is not our intention. Please don't misunderstand us." They naturally knew of Lucas' strength. If they were to offend Lucas, their lives would undoubtedly disappear from this world. "Howl!" "Roar!" Suddenly, the howls of zombies came into the ears of more than a dozen teenagers. These teenagers and girls had always lived in South Spirit City. Never had they been to the wild and see zombies in front of them. "Well... Is this a zombie?" More than a dozen young men and women all swallowed their saliva. Hundreds of zombies appeared in front of them.

(Jared) “Well, young man….personally it is not impossible at all…our president is strong…abnormally strong…I have once have the pleasure to witness that might myself…the literally fought against hordes of zombies…remember?..”.(Old Corg) With a smug look, Old Corg retell the story that he had one to many told it to everyone he can meet. After all for the old man, that story just never gets old to him. “...but that is a long time ago..right?….and probably a little bit of a stretch…”.(Jared)

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

Her curses stopped abruptly because the lifeboat suddenly tilted violently. A horde of zombies grabbed the boat from underwater! "Ah! Get away! Don't touch me!" Winnie kicked and struggled frantically at the rotting arms, but to no avail. Hans desperately struck the zombies with the oars, pleadingly looking at me. "Clarissa! Please! For the sake of our years together..." I silently watched them struggle, feeling calm. My voice was soft, yet each word pierced the heart, "Hans, do you know that you pushed me into a horde of zombies in my past life?"