Walking Dead Zombie Novels & Stories

Hindi naglakas ng loob si Senior Zimmer na magpakita ng pagiging bastos. Gayunpaman, nang makita ng nakababatang henerasyon ng pamilya Zimmer ang eksenang ito, malapit nang sumabog sa galit ang kanilang mga mata. Ang b*stardong ito, si Zack, ay talagang maswerte. Hindi niya lang nagawang pupuntahin si Wendy, pati si Yvonne ay dumalo sa piging.

"Z-VIRUS, a virus that can also be an abnormal disease. The symptoms of this are, eating part of human bodies, drinking human blood, and the eyes will become all white. If someone would be bitten or eaten, they wouldn't die. Instead of dying, they will become one of these creatures. They must be called Zombies but we are in reality so the authorities called it the Z-Virus — a virus that will slowly eat humans on the earth. And, the first target of this virus was the people in the Philippines. There is still no cure, and remedy of this so called virus. As for safety, always be alert, wise, and brave to face those creatures. To beat those things, you have to destroy their brains so they would

“Pero ‘wag kang mag-alala, kung wala si ama at nasa malayo, pupunta tayo kasama sila. Sa ngayon, doon muna tayo sa plano para mapaniwala ang mga narito at maging si King.” “Salamat, malaki pala ang lugar ninyo.” “Oo. Mas magiging seryoso rin lalo ang tingin mo kay ama oras na makita moa ng laboratoryo at kanyang dead land.” “Dead land?” “Sila ‘yong mga zombie naming tinatawag, kaming magkakapatid madalas tawaging Zombie land ‘yon,” natawa ‘to. “Ang aming ama ay mayroong 12 Black Zodiac na tinatawag. Sila ‘yong mga katumbas nang bounty hunter dahil ang gawain nila ay humanap ng mga nasa bulletin sa Freed at Black Market para sa mga kilalang criminal na may kakaibang kakayahan, mas malaki ang

Stopped when we did. We split into two teams. Adrian and the others stayed to protect the satellite. The rest of us were on supply duty—Chief, Tito Weston, Mat, Leo, Carmen, Caite, Ginny, and me. Every day was the same: scout, scavenge, and pray the creepers didn’t catch our scent. "You’d think the zombies would get tired after running nonstop," Mat grunted as we navigated a ruined highway covered in wreckage. He nudged a fallen sign with his boot. “Welcome to hell, population: us.”

When he was almost there, he got to witness how normal folks destroyed the werewolf-built home. He hears the baby wolf's cries as well as a mother's wailing and gnashing of teeth over the unexpected death of her child. Wolves' dead bodies are scattered all over the place. He also observed how the other remaining werewolves are all desperately trying to survive despite the fact that they are all seriously hurt. The kid believed that if ordinary people fought fairly, they could win. The poison gas has spread throughout the forest. The normies have protective gear, meanwhile the werewolves are fighting when their bodies are almost giving up.