Z Band Zombies Novels & Stories

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

RATATATATAT—! The heavy machine gun spat fire, and the bullets tore into the massive Tier 2 zombie—but they only drew a few splatters of blood. And they only made it angrier. "ROOOAAAR—!!!" The Tier 2 zombie roared, hurling its steel I-beam like a javelin. WHOOSH—CRUNCH! A dirt bike trying to turn was flattened—rider and all—into a smear of meat. Screams, gunfire, and monstrous roars echoed through the once-silent factory.

Zack Flint answered. Candice Kim right now gasped at Zack Flint as she realized something, "You're a siscon!" she shouted which attracted the attention of Carlos Caparas and co., as well as, the zombie students. "You're so noisy" Zack Flint said and firmly gripped the baseball bat he has as he slowly exposed himself and Candice Kim followed as she covered her face with her hands.If there's a hole, she really wanted to hide her embarrassed face.

*BANG* As the two magic attributes touched, it then exploded. "Earth arrows!" Ziana also used her magic attribute. She made a bunch of earth arrows and sent them towards the bandits. "Fire arrows!" *BANG* Another explosion sounded. "Seize them." Shouted the leader. But the bandits suddenly were stupefied while staring at their hands. Zacharias and Ziana's have a brown glow in their hands which indicates that they have Earth attributes. While Simeon and Shella's hands have a red glow indicating them having Fire attributes.

She didn't say anything else after that. Joyce curled up in my arms as Mom and I grabbed our guns and headed to the second floor to shoot the unwelcome visitors down. Meanwhile, Emmett guarded the door on the first floor. The gate fell open with a loud crash, and chaotic footsteps stormed into the yard. It didn't take long for someone to step on the nails scattered all over the place. They howled in pain. The noise attracted the roaming zombies, who flooded in and surrounded the group. Several seconds later, all that was left was the sound of the zombies groaning and blood on the ground.

“Did you see any zombies when you went through there?” “I can’t lie. I did,” he admitted, “but only a few stragglers. They tend to stay in large clusters. You’ll find them in larger numbers deeper into the territory.” “What did you do when you saw them?” Felix asked with genuine curiosity. “Did you kill them? Can you kill them?” Rex studied Felix carefully. “I’m surprised that you’re worried about them. What, with you camping here and all. I killed two just last week not far from here.”

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨! The zombie easily dodged the attacks, shattering the two stone giants in mere punch. A thin white barrier hindered Gracea's ice daggers and Ken's fireballs. It looks like it was simply playing a game, toying with them until they've lost their strength then that's when it will devour them.

But the bombs barely did any damage. Worse, one of the zombies had actually picked up a grenade and thrown it back at them. If its aim had been even slightly better, they would’ve been blown to pieces. At this point, the only reliable way to kill zombies was still destroying their brains. I frowned deeply. Just during the first week of the apocalypse, I was still able to burn large groups of zombies to death by detonating abandoned cars. And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them.

The creature's shriek pierced the heavy air—a sound that would haunt the darkest recesses of my nightmares. "I've got your flank!" I shouted to Brock, warning him of another zombie attempting to blindside him from behind a rusting generator. My warning came just in time, and Brock whirled around with predatory finesse, the blowtorch extending from his hand like a fiery sword, and unleashed a stream of blue flame. The zombie behind the generator recoiled with an agonized, otherworldly wail as the fire consumed it, the unholy light reflecting off Brock’s determined face. I took a step closer to him, our backs now to each other, forming a united front against the encroaching darkness.