Wynter Zombies 2 Novels & Stories

Andrew was caught completely off guard, crashing right into the arms of the zombie. "Mr. Greene!" I called out, instantly activating my power, and tried to rush forward. Yet, it was still too late. The zombie's sharp claws had ripped through Andrew's heart. Alison returned after retrieving a hand grenade from the guardhouse, and she flung it at them. The massive explosion blew both Andrew and the zombie to shreds. Upon hearing the commotion, Jeffrey and Lucas rushed over with reinforcements. Then, they heard Alison screaming her accusations at me, "Juliet, why didn't you save Mr. Greene sooner?"

Their whispers about me had refused to die down after all. The runaway heir returns, doesn’t he swear never to set foot around his father again? And many more whispers, but I didn’t care about all of that right now, because the only thing I could focus on was her. I watched as she continued to struggle to breathe while her knuckles turned white against the bouquet in her hands. But then my father moved towards her and everything inside me seemed to turn black, like someone dared to switch off the light. His hand slid around her waist in such a possessive and claiming manner.

I told her with a wink. "Hmm, okay… we'll have to say bye to your friend first though," she suggested. Little did she know that I was already one step ahead of her. As vampires we could communicate with our minds so I had already informed him of my intentions. "That's covered," I told her as I helped her out of her seat and placed her arm in mine, "see here he comes," I said, as uncle Alberto could now be seen walking towards us. "Leaving so soon?!" He exclaimed as he got close with that cheerful voice of his.

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

" Think again baby doll. I am going to fuc*ing break you to the extent you don't recognise yourself anymore." " You will be there at my beck and call everyday. You will be my whore." With this being said the fuc*er chokes her neck and gets ready to enter her. And Zander couldn't see this anymore. He screams, he cries. " No...no.noooooo!" And then it happened. He saw strange dark clouds circling the room. And next he knows, his butterflies tearing grey obs. Turn red. Blood red. And that was it.

Racing to the great room, she grabbed a pair of binoculars that hung ready for use on a hook near the picture window and peered through them. The oversized window in the great room gave her a better angle to look from. That, plus the assistance of the binoculars, allowed her to scrutinize the man’s face. Her blood ran cold when she saw the lifeless eyes and odd colored flesh. This had to be a zombie. She didn’t have to have experience in what they looked like to know that this was one.

She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago. 'Everything you need to know to survive the walkers.' Brie frowned. "Walkers?" She shrugged and kept reading. '1. Walkers are attracted to noise, movement, and smell. If their body isn't damaged enough, they will have enhanced senses. Avoid contact at all times. 2. DO NOT touch them. Stay away from any saliva, blood, or disconnected body parts. It WILL infect you if it enters your body. It is giving the virus easy access. 3. If your companion, pet or family members have been in contact or are showing any of these symptoms (coughing, seizures, foaming at the mouth, fainting, vomiting) stay FAR AWAY, or if possible, kill them.

Anyway, that’s not the real problem here. The real problem is… why is there a rocket launcher and huge missiles?! OH MY GOD! I DON’T WANT TO DIE EARLY! I MAY NOT DIE FROM ZOMBIES BUT I MAY DIE FROM THESE DANGEROUS WEAPONS!!’ Psyche Flint exclaimed inside her heart as she stared on the screen while massaging her heart. ‘Ah! Ah! Ah! The Grim Reaper gripped hardly on my heart!’ and exhaled deeply while her mind was disturbed so she fainted.

Owen recognized the base template of this monster. That was a Tier 4 zombie Tyrant! But since when did a Tier 4 Tyrant have wings? Since when could it fly?! Then, his gaze dropped lower, and when he saw what "Tyrant Angel" was cradling in its arms, true despair set in. It was a long, cylindrical metal object, marked with vivid yellow-and-black hazard warning symbols. "Aerial... aerial bomb?!" Owen's throat let out a sound that barely qualified as human, "It's holding an aerial bomb!"

Briggs grunted as his boots hit the road. He flexed his newly upgraded level-two muscles, a sudden orange glow illuminating the dark fabric of his uniform. With a low grunt, he slammed his palms together, channeling his newly enhanced element. A concentrated jet of bright, high-temperature flame erupted from his hands, instantly melting the ice on the road and engulfing a cluster of rushing zombies. The infected collapsed into ash before they could even reach the vehicle. Beside him, Jolie’s vines whipped out of her sleeves like green lightning, piercing through the foreheads of three zombies simultaneously and tossing their bodies into the snow.