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

Brock growled with a stoicism that cloaked his fear—an emotion I knew he felt but never displayed. "Never was an option," I replied, trying to muster a similar courage in my voice. Our torches cut through the darkness like twin beacons of hope amidst a sea of despair. Brock charged forward, his movements a symphony of brute force and precision. Flames licked the air, consuming the wretched horde before us with an insatiable ferocity that mirrored the hunger of the zombies themselves. Each moan they uttered as they caught fire was a grim reminder of the curse afflicting them, a vile dirge to the lives they'd once led.

"What are you doing? Who would hear you? This room is soundproof so don't waste your time shouting for help because you won't get any." Zoey brought her shaky hands together and closed her eyes. "I will do whatever you want, please let me go. I have a future ahead and I can't end like this. Please!" she cried. Isaiah took his hand into his pocket and brought out a gun. "I need your blood and I can get it here. I don't need you alive because I wouldn't want someone else to have you. Sorry it has to end this way sweetie." He said and pulled the trigger.

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"

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?"

Before long, I felt my hands grow so numb that I could barely move them. I was so cold. I knew I had messed up. I would never dare covet my younger brother Beckett Walker's food again—not even a whiff of it. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a red alert echoed through the entire base. It was a Code Red—the highest-level zombie horde invasion! I could hear panicked screams, frantic footsteps, and the deafening roar of heavy gunfire. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to shout, my voice trembling and stuttering from the cold. "Dad! Mom! Let me out! The zombies are here!"

If you aren’t, run away. In the end my choice to kill Tin wasn’t just the right one, it was the only one. Whether or not it was fair didn’t matter. At least that’s how I saw it. My thoughts were interrupted by Flossie running back into camp, out of breath and in a panic. “They’re coming. I seen ‘em. Zombers! Zombers are coming!” I jumped to my feet, sword in hand (still not a euphemism). “Flossie, calm down. You need to tell us how many and how far they are. And more importantly, what the fuck is a zomber?”

But that didn’t escalate our shock, this did. We started to hear movement somewhere around the store. Ambrose was behind us, he tried to move closer, and ‘tripped’ on something and fell. Hannah pointed her torch only for us to see that a zombie held Ambrose’s leg, before any action could be taken, the zombie dug her teeth into Ambrose’s leg which made him let out a scream of horror. “Fuck!!!” I yelled and grabbed a fire extinguisher and smashed it into the Zombie’s head as she was moving towards us.

All they saw was fire Flame everywhere that night Fred went to the head of the family apartment and he asked him "What is going on?" Head of the family said I don't know. "Could it be that some people are trying to kill all the zombies out there ? or maybe they are bombing them?" Fred suggested. The next day Fred drove out, because all they plan before, was to dig a big hole and plants bomb inside the hole, and they we draw all the zombies into the hole and bomb them so they can clear all the zombies. So Fred drove out to look for where they we dig. On his way he saw so many aliens walking around zombies he got so scared and turn back. Driving back to the community those aliens were shootin

I looked calmly at the dark barrels pointed at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? If Ruth comes back, you’ll die a very ugly death.” “She’s not coming back!” Dan roared. “There are three S-class zombies out there. She’s dead for sure!” “Stop wasting more time. Shoot him!” Callie shrieked. Dan was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly, a deafening crash exploded behind them. The door behind them was violently smashed open, and a mutated zombie burst inside with a furious roar. Everything happened so fast. It all happened too quickly. Callie, scared out of her wits, immediately grabbed Dan beside her and shoved him toward the lunging zombie.

Liam stood in the center and barked, "Get inside, now!" Milo Reynolds froze for half a second. Then, gunfire erupted behind them. Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Liam and his men opened fire on the oncoming zombie wave. Milo didn't hesitate anymore. He motioned for his people and stormed into the complex. The moment they were all inside, Liam shouted for the door to be shut. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam, bam, bam!