Tommyinnit Zombie Novels & Stories

Several strong zombies piled on top of each other, stretching out their withered claws to reach for Uncle Adam's head. "Ah! Don't come any closer! Go away!" Uncle Adam screamed at the top of his lungs when he saw the fingernails only inches from his nose. Watching this, I pressed the 'descent' button on the controller. The fishing line instantly extended a foot and a half. Uncle Adam's head plummeted downward, directly into a zombie's mouth. It opened its mouth wide and bit down on Uncle Adam's balding forehead. Just as its teeth were about to touch his scalp, I swiftly pressed the 'ascend' button.

After Zhi Yin heard that, he got stunned and look bewildered at the young teenage zombie girl in front of him before he chuckled and his gaze while looking at Tan Er suddenly became cold. "We are not the same, remember that. But i can tell you that i can kill you anytime so you must behave yourself and don't expose yourself. If you behave and don't cause trouble, i will give you a human core to let you advance." - Zhi Yin said while Tan Er eyes sparkled. Tan Er approach them not to eat their flesh but to dig out their core after killing them and Zhi Yin knows that once a zombie advance to level 3, they are capable of thinking enough and they can only advanced in ranking by consuming a human

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.

And now I'm terrified too. Vincenzo is there. Behind him are my two other big brothers: Terzo and Salvatore. All three are dressed in black: cotton pants, combat boots, and long-sleeved turtlenecks. No jewels, except for the Don's thick signet ring glinting on Vincenzo's finger. All three have pulled back their dark brown hair, the same color as mine. Vincenzo has a tight bun at the nape of his neck. Salvatore has a low ponytail, and Terzo has half a ponytail that he's tied back with pale-pink fucking pom-poms.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

He had said he wanted a large blast radius and if it went off now Carine would be enslaved for the rest of her days and forced to bear children for the Council. Nothing happened and Tommy grinned at his nervousness, his black and brown teeth vile in the dim light. “See? I’m better than I look,” Tommy said. “Yeah.” Vanadine replied with relief. “So is it ready?” Tommy unplugged the wires from the bottom of the phone and closed the suitcase, pushing it towards Vanadine. “All yours,” he said. “Happy hunting.”

Blood and bone fragments spray the wall of the restroom, looking thick like strawberry jam. Ryder targets a half-decomposed zombie near the outside of the group. His boots crunch over the decorative gravel, and a couple zombies turn their focus to him and away from the boys. The first zombie reaches for Ryder with chipped, dirty fingernails, and Ryder slams his gun across the zombie's head with a sickening crack. It drops to the ground, still and reeking of death.

“What is yours?” A small smile appears on Tommy’s face. “I can take away the werewolf’s natural ability to recover fast from an injury.” Dee leans back in her chair and teases, “Remind me to never get you pissed about anything.” Wyatt shakes his head. “Tommy doesn’t use the ability like that. The one and only time that he has used his ability was in the great war. All of us worked together to take down Alpha Marcus.” Silence instantly falls over the table as a tension slowly builds.