Turning Into A Zombie Novels & Stories

"How rude. Who raised her in some backwater place? She's nothing like Giselle…" "Mom, don't mind her. I have something important to tell you," Giselle said, pulling Mom aside. My curiosity piqued, I slipped after them quietly. "Mom, Dad, don't be afraid. Everything I say is true…" After they nodded, she continued, "I've actually been reborn. In just a few days, zombies will appear, and the apocalypse will arrive. Many people will awaken powers, but our family won't be so lucky. Almost none of us will develop abilities."

Either way, I'm in trouble. Since the infection spread and people started dying, all the house pets reverted back to their basic instincts. I've seen dogs tearing zombies apart for a meal, and even turning on each other. They'll do anything to survive, including eat me alive, just like a zombie. Honestly, I'd rather have the zombie. They move slower, and aren't as coordinated.

" I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowers, so we'd finally have the power to protect ourselves in this apocalypse. "Damn it… I almost forgot about you while dealing with the two losers." The bald leader was about to charge forward and hack at the door when a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street. The fresh scent of blood had drawn an even larger horde. Zombies poured in like a tidal wave, and their glowing red eyes were a terrifying sight in the darkness. "Boss, the zombies are here! Run!" The remaining tugs were scared out of their wits. They grabbed their raving leader and bolted, while the lat

I have never had these types of feelings or even how to process them. Lifting my tired body out of the tub I wrapped myself in my fuzzy, comfortable white towel. Along with my mind, my body felt drained and my stomach clenched as hunger rose inside me. My hair dripped cold down my back as I glared at myself in the mirror. Boy, did I look like a zombie out of the Walking dead or what? I pulled at the circles under my eyes before dropping my head down to wrap my unruly curls in a smaller towel. After getting dressed in some comfy pants and a loose-fitting shirt I plopped down on my bed with no motivation for anything. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and stared at the black screen almost

"Anyone who complains of feeling sick—fever, dizziness, coughing—gets taken to the medical bay immediately. If their symptoms persist, inform me directly. I will examine them myself. We might be safe from the dead outside, but we can't purify the air we're all breathing. So watch each other closely." The silence in the room was heavy, and suffocating. They were finally realizing that no one was entirely safe. They were just as prone to becoming those monsters as the people dying outside. "Don't look so hopeless," I said, cutting through the rising anxiety. "It's only for seven days. Seven days is all it takes for the atmospheric strand to burn out. During this week, those affected by the vir

I leaned down, picked up the cold, smooth sphere, and held it up to the pale moonlight. DING! DING! DING! A deafening, majestic chime erupted inside my head, loud enough to make my ears ring. The system interface flared brilliant neon blue across my vision, illuminating the dark forest with glowing floating text: [First Wild Zombie Eliminated!] [Unrefined Zombie Core Obtained!] [Host Has Successfully Met All Awakening Requirements!] I held my breath as a second, blood-red prompt materialized right in front of my eyes: [Human Evolution Initiated.]

Until the day he decides to get rid of me, permanently. I looked at myself in the mirror. Blueish-purple marks are on my cheek and neck. My hair is all tangled up. My eyes are red and my cheeks are tear-stained. I look like a mess. This is what he turned me into. A few days ago I was full of life, hopeful and all. Now he managed to turn me into a zombie. I'd rather be dead by now but I can't.

But since the death of Mr Williams, his life had taken a massive turnaround. He had been literally transformed into a househelp . He never gave up on himself. He had a special liking for cars. He was always trying to learn new things about cars. Although he never had the chance to repair a broken car, he believed he could do it with all the knowledge he had . He wished one day he could leave the miserable life behind and have a good life. He had tried to find his biological parents but he had no clue where to start from and all efforts proved futile.

My head swarms with a dozen different things. I know I wanted answers, and I knew I probably wouldn't like them. I didn’t think the answers would have anything to with babies, turning me, or being introduced into the zombie world. I didn’t know zombies could have kids or that they would find a way to turn humans that didn’t have the mutation. It’s all too much to process.

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.