Stories Zombie Novels & Stories

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

The phoenix dorm room-mates started their quest after a small break. Huomei this time is trying to burn only the neck of the zombie, so they can identify people by the faces. One of the rooms was open. Zombie must have come from that room. Suyan took a picture of the face for the record. They cautiously tied up everyone in the open room. This room is short of one person. So there are only five unconscious girls. Another person woke up as they were tying up.

" It's so... I don't know. Sometimes she can be so stupid, you idiot, it makes me angry. " It makes you feel special. "Za finished and with annoyance, Elijah nodded. " She can stun you in two ways: The first, take out the will you thought you didn't have. And the second: To make you see what you are really worth and what you are. " Well, the very stupid,... has stunned me in both ways. " Za gave a giggle. " But I hate her. She took the life of someone who doesn't deserve it, you know?

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth. "Roar!" The zombie let out an inhuman howl and dropped the piece of flesh in its hand before charging at Julian like a rabid animal. "Get away! Get away from me!" Julian was absolutely terrified and swung the kitchen knife wildly, hacking at the zombie's head. But long-term starvation had left him slow and weak. The slash missed the zombie's head and landed on its shoulder instead. With a crack, the rusty kitchen knife sank deep into the gap near the zombie's collarbone and stuck there.

“Tell me, Becky, about the zombie attack.” "The zombies arrived in the corridor in large numbers. They clearly knew what they were looking for. They entered the storage unit where the coffins lay and pulled out one after the other. They ripped apart and ate as much as they could of the vampires' corpses, blood, bones, flesh, and offal. They would have eaten everything except Phillip Mogollon, who arrived with his iron bar and started swinging it in all directions at once.

Yet here they were, moving towards us and easily fighting back. "What the hell?" I hissed, continuing to take it in. "What are they?" "Zombies." Turning, I met Gray’s disgusted gaze as it took in the scene. When did he get here? "Zombies?" I repeated, furrowing my brows. "Like in the movies?" "Did I stutter?" Gray scoffed in boredom. Biting back my instant reply, I fought the urge to punch the cocky bastard. "It’s just…" I tried, motioning towards the scene. "Hard to believe."

Kevin’s propaganda still echoed in the distance, his hologram flickering faintly against the sky. << ALERT! LOCATION DETECTED. STALKER ZOMBIE THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL. >> << SUGGESTION: CREATE A HIGH-ENERGY DISTRACTION TO REPEL THEM. OR USE THE 'SECRET INDOMIE RECIPE' TO ALTER THEIR NATURE. >> "Damn it! The Secret Recipe! Which one?!" Bima cursed inwardly, his thumb trembling as he flipped through the pages. The Stalker Zombies moved silently, like creeping shadows. They were gaunt silhouettes with glowing red eyes that blinked with malice.

He looked up weakly "should we allow the end of days so easily?" "I guess not," Ash scuffed his trainers on the floor "let's be grateful that zombies are easy to get rid of." "How'd you know?" Marie said crisply. She leaned her back against the door, holding fast to the handle as she scoured the room for something to jamb under it. "I know in films they can be, but this isn't a film. These things are already dead and working on something beyond our comprehension. They'd be easier to understand if they were the result of a Haiti ritual."

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.