Tommyinnit Zombie Novels & Stories

'Don't be a newbie' - I said to myself then, I took my time before pulling the trigger again, the zombie drop immediately the bullet lodges into its forehead. “Incoming” Larry says. I look towards his direction, and my jaw drops. Lots of daywalkers shuffle towards us, they looked shabby and hungry with their loud moaning sound. We tried all we can, but they keep coming from different angle. “Save your ammo, run!” Eddy says. We drew out our blades to clear our path. Slashing, stabbing, and cutting any zombie within our reach. We managed to pass through some weak zombies as we headed to the city outside the forest.

Insanity. * Inspired by an episode of the twilight zone, this fictionalized mystery dives into the head of Zach Dempsey- -an emotionally unstable teenage on his journey through this life he didn’t think he deserved. Until he met her, or the sound of her voice. Another voice in his head that managed to catch his converging attention- -and a voice that he was convinced belonged to an Irene, a supposed mexican on the other side of the world. Refusing to give up on his quest to find out the origin of these voices and the sinuous connection between whom he would only soon begin to fall in love with-

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

"So you will have to take care of yourselves." The infected ones twitched and snarled, their heads snapping toward Tom and me in unison, as if they shared one mind. Their mouths opened wider, and I could see the blue liquid gathering at the backs of their throats. The same blue liquid that Zoe had spat at me in the children's playroom. The virus had evolved. The infected had new weapons. Zane looked at the infected and pointed at us. "Make sure not even a bone is left." He turned and jumped into the basement opening, disappearing into the darkness below.

began to ramp up. "Tommy... the... the dampener..." Avery gasped. Tommy lunged forward, not with a weapon, but with a "Sombra-Grenade"—a pressurized canister of high-density spores suspended in a nutrient-gel. He threw it directly into the intake of the diesel engine.

Ginns said, "Of course, within three days of being infected with the zombie virus, a man will be in stage one, after three days he'll be in stage two, and 10 days later, he will die, which is the last stage." He said this to intimidate Qin Haodong, so as to force him to surrender and avenge himself. However, he didn't expect that these words would remind Qin Haodong of something. He couldn't touch the bodies of Niu Erwa and Zhang Dazhuang now, but he could put them into the Storage Ring. They were dead, after all. The Storage Ring was a separate space where whatever was inside would be cut off from the real world. Neither Dr. Ginns's chip nor the Necromancer's spell would be able to control

“A little better now. So what exactly happened?” Before Zephyra could say anything, one of the doors opened and Tommy stepped into the room with a hunting rifle perched on his shoulder. He wore a mean scowl that she had never seen before on him. It turned his usual boyish face into something much darker. “Now who did that?” he asked, grimacing when he saw the vomit on the floor. “Goddamn animals,” he swore and took a seat near the fireplace, looking anywhere but at her.

With a crack, the rusty kitchen knife sank deep into the gap near the zombie's collarbone and stuck there. The zombie felt no pain. With the knife still lodged in its shoulder, it opened its reeking, bloodstained mouth and lunged for Julian's neck. Julian released the handle in terror, grabbed the zombie by the throat with both hands, and used all his strength to shove it away. At that critical moment, a rush of footsteps came from the stairwell behind him. Another zombie in a janitor's uniform had been drawn over by the noise, and it rushed out of the darkness and bit down on Julian's calf.