Underwater Zombies Novels & Stories

After eating food, and washing hand, he asked,"Do i have to stay in that room in order to join you?" As soon as everyone heard it they started to feel chills down their backbone. Last night, they all saw a side of Boss they have never seen. Frog is still running laps in the underground field from last night. "Call Frog here." Without replying him she ordered. "Yes Boss." Saying this one of them ran away to call Frog. After Frog came back, Rose offered him a seat. His legs were about to give up, since Boss ordered him,he sat down at last.

They were stained red, where vessels had burst under strain and moist with pained and fearful tears. "They're everywhere!" He screamed, the veins in his neck pulsating beside the throbbing Adam's apple. "Below the waves! In the sky! You have to kill them! The dead! The damned!" He threw his head back, slamming the back on his skull against the mask. "There ain't no Hell! This is Hell! Drowning in misery! Toys of the infernal!" Gibson moved across, muttering something urgently, but whatever words were uttered, they fell on deaf ears. Smithy repeated the move, blood appeared in his thinning hair.

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

She watched as the zombies pulled out her ruined kidney and swallowed it in one bite. In the end, she got exactly what she wanted and died in that penthouse. The penthouse was covered in a sea of blood. I sat in front of the control panel in the underground bunker and looked at the mangled remains scattered across the screen. Then, I calmly reached out to shut off the screen. More than a dozen screens went black at the same time. As they went dark, all that hatred and betrayal were swallowed by the end of the world. I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak.

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

He wasn't a wolf anymore, but the primal alarm in his marrow screamed just as loud. "They're coming from the shaft, Victor! Not just here—everywhere!" Zack’s voice crackled through the comms, distorted by a surge of electromagnetic interference. "Sub-surface bunkers in the Urals, the Atlantic Trench, the Rockies... they’re all opening at once. It’s a goddamn global breach!" "Elodie, get the kids!" Victor roared, lunging for the tactical rack hidden behind the bookshelf.

"Wha- now?" "Yes! Now!" "But whatever it is can wait, it can't be as important as you-" "Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!"

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

But I had never faked drowning to deceive anyone. I had already died once. Was I about to experience the suffocating terror of drowning all over again? I bit down hard on my lip, and the taste of blood spread through my mouth, jolting my fading consciousness. Fueled by sheer survival instinct, I reached out and grabbed the edge of the jet ski. I didn't know what I had grabbed, but a sharp metal edge sliced my palm open, blood spilling freely. Yet, I still refused to let go.