Wyatt Zombies Novels & Stories

It sounded almost human, yet there was something animal in it, too. It sounded like something that had torn open its throat. It was hard to imagine what creature produced that raw, guttural cry. Boom! A blast from a heavy weapon shattered the darkness before Hayley, the blazing fire lighting up her field of vision. What she saw made her stomach drop. A massive wave of zombies came pouring out from the far end of the hall. Some were in white hazmat suits, others still wearing pale-blue hospital gowns. They looked like demons clawing their way up from hell, surging toward the soldiers holding the line ahead.

The room temperature seemed to drop instantly. An invisible fear enveloped us. Just then, Poppy’s smartwatch, which she had been fiddling with, finally connected to Castiel’s phone. “Daddy, hurry home! Zombies are in the base!” Hearing his daughter’s words, Castiel grew impatient. “Stop spouting nonsense! How could zombies suddenly get into the base? Daddy is busy. Can you please stop bothering me?” June urgently shouted into the phone, “Castiel, we’re not spouting nonsense! Zombies are already inside the base! Hurry back with reinforcements and save us!”

Even so, it still makes aggressive zombies not afraid of pain and panic, but fortunately, at this time, Tadhg Walter's Iron Earth Ax was able to kill it in time, using the strength of a level five white-haired zombie did not stop it. It didn't take long to get the Iron Earth Ax, plus the golden bug on the side, it didn't take long to kill the remaining level 5 white-haired zombies. As usual, Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General picked up a few white feathered zombie corpses of level four or higher and put them in the storage bag. The two of them couldn't help but take out another bag of things from their bodies, and it was a bit unclear what the young man in front of him wanted so

The Yans were also attacked by a coalition of several factions led by the Zangs and Yan Wushuang did not go home to help with the defense, instead, he chose to stay at the Sanctuary to help repel the Zombies. With one final glance at Chu Xun's lifeless body, Yan Wushuang strode towards the gates. "Hear my demands, forces of the Sanctuary of Tetrarchy! This is now the territory of the race of Zombies! You are henceforth exiled from this place!" It was a very, very powerful Zombie – its aura showed that it had reached Ninth-grade. It stood at the head of a host of more than a hundred Zombies, each with their aura radiating strongly in black fume-like effervescence as a sign of their formidable

*Amber* Kattie and I have just stepped out of the dank basement, having sent our members off on their sales routes, when we find Zombie standing in front of us, flanked as always by his usual bodyguards… Alec, Sam, and Shine. “Morning, ladies,” Zombie greets us, flashing that infuriatingly smug smile. He acts like he is surprised to see us, though it’s clear he has been waiting. “We don’t have time for idiots,” Kattie snaps, her irritation palpable. Mornings have worn on her more than usual lately, and I know better than to provoke her at this hour.

Wyatt took a step forward and spoke loudly to the army, “I didn’t want to start a war, but the bears wanted to stretch their dirty claws to our heart. Can you see such a thing happening?” “No!” “Good, then let’s wipe out all these arrogant bears, not leaving one alive!” “To kill them all! To kill them all! To kill...” The warriors below roared. Wyatt made a gesture and the warriors quieted down again. “Brothers, before we leave, I have one thing to remind you. We may face more than just bears and cowards among the werewolves. There is evidence that witches are also involved.” The werewolves made a small commotion. They rarely dealt with witches.

He told me he would come back for me and wouldn’t be with me because it would be a while before we were together again. None of it made sense. Ryan's words, his actions, nor did that actual zombie attack that happened. Then several months after the initial attack, when the government started falling, rumors that the southern warmer parts were safe is when another I heard another rumor. The Adams were the main leaders of one of the largest zombie hordes leading attacks against the humans. It couldn’t possibly be my Ryan Adams. The name was a coincidence.

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

"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.