Turning Into A Zombie Novels & Stories

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"

I immediately exchanged points for several cages made from a special reinforced material. After unlocking them, I positioned the cages directly behind the gate, then stood there myself as bait. The moment the zombies spotted me, they immediately charged straight toward the gate. And the second they rushed into the cages, I slammed the metal doors shut behind them. Just like that, the zombies became my property. I locked them all inside massive wheel-shaped cages and hung rotting flesh at the front. Driven by the scent of the meat, the zombies would mindlessly keep running forward nonstop.

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

She could not take it anymore and begged to be put out of her misery. However, no one would do it. In the end, she died in terrible pain, and the sharks had their feast. When I heard about it, I was lying in the villa by the fire with Joseph. He was going to be a dad soon and was gently rubbing my belly, whispering to the baby and to me, "Little one, our family of three will have nothing but happy days from now on." I snuggled up to him with a smile on my face, feeling all the warmth in the room and in my heart. His words were the truth.

He would tell her, but only when the time was right. "Hmm… Let me put it like this, it's pretty much the same grouping as humans. You get both good and evil, and sometimes those who are caught in between. You see, being a vampire doesn't turn you into a monster. It only enhances what's already there. If a murderer got turned, they'd most likely be beyond evil and if it were someone good, say part of a dog rescue team or something, their pure spirit and good energy would be turned up." He explained.

The liquid inside shifted unnaturally. “He burned,” she finished, placing it back among the relics. Mae’s breath hitched. My stomach twisted—but I didn’t regret my words. The Ancient One turned back to us. “Becoming a vampire does not erase who you were,” she said. “It sharpens it.” Her eyes locked on mine again. “You will remember the fire. Every scream. Every face you failed to save.” Her voice softened, but only slightly. “And you will remember them forever.”

“What if I couldn't do it?” “I knew you could, even if you couldn't, I won't have died.” She also didn't want to push him too hard, but she has a feeling that zombies will evolve earlier this time. They were already so fast and sharp at this time. And they still had to travel soon, she can't guarantee that she'd be able to protect him all the time, now it's not only him anymore but also Victor. Hearing that, Adrian raised his head to look at her, he knew that zombie scratches can make one turn into a zombie, not as fast a zombie bite, but the person will surely turn.