Tactics Zombie Novels & Stories

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

The mutated zombie’s claws tore through Jenkins’s chest. He was dragged off the terrace before he could even scream. "Fire! Fire!" Ethan shrieked. Gunshots cracked through the night sky. But the creatures were too fast. They had evolved in the bitter cold. White fur. Beast-like speed. A single bite snapped Rodriguez's neck. The blood froze instantly. "Fall back! To the base!" Ethan grabbed Chloe and scrambled for the snowmobile. The two remaining guards laid down suppressing fire.

She knew that Tom, at least, would fully support the decision to retreat and wait it out. She would fight, however, until there was no other option but to run. It was not long until they encountered zombies. Despite the Van Helsing’s control over the zombies, when it came to actual battle it seemed the Van Helsing soldiers there to control their zombie horde had only but to suffer an injury, and the smell of blood would turn their own troops against them. She therefore aimed for the black amongst the horde, shooting for their arms before letting the zombies do the rest. The Mer around her quickly caught on, attacking the black-clad soldiers, and then picking off the zombies at a more leisure

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.

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

Chester gradually advanced toward Zeke. Another charm appeared in Zeke's hand again. A two-meter-tall zombie emerged from the ground after he burned the charm. The zombie looked menacing and terrifying. It emitted a powerful and deadly aura as it joined the battle. The tiger-head spear stabbed at the zombie. Surprisingly, it made a metallic clang as it hit the target. Chester found it difficult to defeat the zombie for the moment. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. Gerard frowned and asked, "Is he that powerful?"

"We end this tonight!" I met his blazing gaze, nodding, the moon's glow casting a ghostly silhouette behind him. Like a tidal wave, our allies surged forward, the lines between life and undeath colliding with a violence that shook the earth itself. Our strategy was simple, if not frantic—a slash, a dodge, an unyielding onslaught. I darted left, my jaws snapping shut on the decomposing limb of a too-close-for-comfort zombie. The limb detached with a grotesque snap and regrew. Using my blowtorch, the zombie rogue now turned to dust.

A Rank 3 Zombie was a trivial issue to Lucas. Lucas raised his finger and unleashed his Solar Finger. Consequently, the zombie lost its ability to fight back.

Everyone's expression was blank so I was forced to explain the unique madness I had thought of. I stand in front. "Listen everyone. Since Mr. Gunford wants a theme for the anniversary, I think... The zombie theme game is good. It's a survival game just like Z-Land from Yuno." "What? It's a game?" Benedict asked as if the boredom was gone. "Yes! Like Manila Outbreak! It's a chasing game with tons of participants." "Care to tell us the details?" asked President Gunford. I explained to everyone the whole mechanics of the activity. The choice of the place where the activity will take place. Must be deserted or uninhabited, wide and many twists and turns.