Tactics Zombie Novels & Stories

So one must consider each possible scenario that might occur after this incident. A lot of people didn't notice the severity of the situation. They might think this is nothing but mere bad luck of the L city base, but someone with superior brain could understand what's the most concerning things in this situation. First, a tide of low-level zombies can't plan such strategy. Attacking from the inside? Hell no! Low-level zombies could barely even jump. All they can do it run after their targets and rip them apart once they get their hands on their targets. That's why, it's too unlikely that a tide of zombie could kill a lot of people without someone leading them.

The night was still and tense, with the air heavy with the scent of danger. The night wore on, and the team found themselves caught in a relentless struggle against the mindless zombies. Of course, it wasn't easy. Dealing with one mindless zombie is okay. Seven is also a little okay, but more than fifty? It wasn't easy. Especially, there's not just one or two mindless zombies who have the ability to use. The moon hung in the fog-covered sky, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. It really made them more uneasy. Liam, Brandon, Hannah, Marcky, and Jarvis continued to showcase their extraordinary abilities, each move carefully calculated to counter the evolving threats.

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.

I know it’s going to take a lot to win her back. I can’t even fully justify what I’ve done other than I’m a zombie and had to fight for my rights. Humans would have never accepted us. Hell, humans can’t even accept different races, religions, and cultures. Sure, some do, but not enough of them to make a difference. The second humans found out about us, they would have wanted us dead or to experiment on us. The best way was to ambush them and overthrow their governments. Our plan was bulletproof. We had zombies leaders all over the world with their own hordes to follow them to hell and back. We all attacked at the same time. We had zombies placed in government, police forces, and the FBI. The

Base K1 simply couldn't afford to gamble like this. "Liam, time is not on our side," Milo went on. "Every form of defense is just slow poison. This is the final war between humans and zombies. Either they die out, or we do. If you want the upper hand, you strike while they are still weak and go all in. Once zombies fully evolve, we'll never have another chance. Waiting now is the same as putting the noose around your own neck."

“That could work, but how do we coordinate with the people still inside? We have no way to communicate with them.” Erickson turned to a nearby soldier. “Lieutenant, bring me the blueprints for the university campus. Focus on access points, chokeholds, and any underground structures.” “Yes, sir.” The soldier snapped to attention and left. Favour leaned forward. “You’re really going to use a zombie show as a tactical guide?” Erickson gave him a steely look. “It’s not about the show. It’s about strategy. Desperate situations require creative solutions. And right now, I’ll take any edge I can get.”

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.