Z O M B I E S Fired Up Novels & Stories

I've caused enough inconvenience for him and the couch will do just fine. I can't sleep. My head is whirring, so much has happened today, turns out Cornelius is dead but there is a demon living in his corpse, a demon being controlled by Scott and Jason has an ex girlfriend who may or may not be helping Scott. Possibly against her will. The demon rings actually work and if Scott starts to mass produce them we will be in deep shit. He could create an army of the undead which will be catastrophic

Vice retorted as he pushed past Jax and jumped on his bike, "And, it's Vice. Vincent was the naive fucker that let himself get pushed over way too much... he was the one that let the only person he ever trusted send him away without an explanation, nothing! Vice, however - Vice will blow your fucking head off before you have the chance." As Scar neared the Wolves' club, the first thing he noticed was a large, black cloud coming from where the building stood. The second thing was the ash that lingered in the air as he approached and the third was the flames that could be seen for miles. Scar's breath hitched as he sped up, ignoring the screams coming from the man tied to his bike. The rider f

“Try betrayal with a side of corporate disaster.” “Messy,” he said. “I approve.” That surprised her. “You approve?” “Of clean breaks,” he clarified. “Sometimes burning it all down is the smartest thing you can do.” She studied him, trying to figure out what he was doing here. A man like this didn’t just appear next to women like her. Not in real life. Not unless he wanted something. But then again… maybe she wanted something, too. “Alright,” she said finally, lifting her glass. “To burning it down.”

But of course, we ran into a few hiccups while video calling at home. For example, we nearly got discovered by his mom. "Are you done with your homework, or are you reading comics again?" I looked at him in the video and saw that he was staring off into space. Upon closer inspection, there was an open comic book lying on the table next to him. However, when I yelled at him, Austin immediately whipped his head around and buried his nose into the revision books again. A short while later, he peeked at me again and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes.

None of them dared to breathe loudly. I ignored them and got into the elevator with Wendy. Compared to Megan, those three disgusted me even more; simply firing them would be letting them off too easy. I intended to torture them slowly—like a blunt knife slowly cutting them—so they'd feel every bit of the pain. I would only feel satisfied with this slow, torturous act. … Over the next day, Jacob and Cindy kept their heads down and stayed out of sight. They were afraid I might suddenly remember their existence.

Miranda clutched a large container of corrosive fertilizer, its opening aimed straight at the intake. "Zach! Russell! Took you long enough!" Cole's voice blasted through the speaker, twisted with something unstable. "Open the door! Stop what you're doing!" Russell raised his gun and fired at the glass. The bullets left nothing but pale marks. Miranda slammed her hands against the arms of her chair, yelling, "Open it? Not a chance! You think you could just live it up upstairs while we're stuck down here, breathing sewage? If you don't agree to our terms, I'll dump this whole thing in!"

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

Marcus entered, his face pale. His eyes locked on Caleb as he said, "The fire was too intense, so the entire building collapsed. The fire department found a female corpse in the debris with her left hand wearing a ring, and the aura around her was unmistakably a Luna's. The initial analysis confirms it's Selina."

*** "Bubba. Missy. Let's move." I backed up fast, pulled the three cats into the security booth, and slammed the door. While they were busy yelling, a few zombies drifted up behind them. Before the apocalypse, they called me soft for keeping "useless" cats. Not anymore. They think they're so capable? Let them handle it. These zombies were different. They bit with intent—no stopping to feed. Before the lion or the crocodiles could react, over half the crowd was infected. Blood flooded the air, thick and metallic, pulling in more zombies.

Henry's voice was shaking, a raw mix of terror, desperation, and hysteria. In the background, I could faintly hear the pop of gunshots and screams. He roared, his voice cracking, “Madeline, what the hell kind of intel did you give us?!” “The deal with the Colombians went south, they’re killing our guys! You need to get back here and fix this mess!”