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-

"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

she pleaded as Lauren smiled weakly before exiting the car. Tommy and the gang walked up to the entrance of the house with their guns ready. Gray and Scar stood beside the door waiting for the signal. Tommy nodded towards Gray as he nodded before kicking the door open as he raised his gun in defense, "Clear, there's nobody here," Gray said as everyone entered after him. "Everybody split up," Tommy ordered as everyone nodded before splitting up, "Ren, you're with me," Tommy said as she nodded before falling him as they went down to the basement in hopes of finding both Jasmine and Lorraine.

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us moves. The voice on the other end of the line speaks. "Ken, are you okay?" Ken, short for Kendrick? My hands turn clammy. My head spins. He doesn't break eye contact. After what feels like forever, he responds. "Yes, I am. Call me when you get back." He ends the call. I collapse onto the floor, my veil slipping loose around my neck. Kendrick. The scar. The wheelchair. Kendrick Harrold is alive.

I miss her. "Now Zayne isn't here, I need to ask you something I'm curious about," Tommy whispered. He was Zyaire's dark-haired friend with dark blue eyes and freckles all over his nose. Notwithstanding, he was still pretty in a cute kind of way. But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much.

She didn't know Jayden understood the concept of death, but now, it turned out he did and couldn't be lied to. "I'm sorry, baby," Zara began, pulling him into her arms. "You won't see Tommy on earth, but if there's a heaven, I'm sure he will be there. For now, we should just look at his pictures as he watches over us from heaven. Tommy won't like to see you cry like this every day." "Is he really watching me?" Rubbing the trembling boy's back, Zara replied, "Of course! Tommy loves you so much, so he's your guardian angel now. He's watching over you and all the people he loves."

“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.