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

"Take your time, Madison!" I take a deep breath to steady myself, and I squeeze the trigger. The bullet lodges in a zombie's shoulder, but it doesn't seem to notice, and it doesn't slow down. It shuffles closer as I take another deep breath and aim again. This time, when I squeeze the trigger, the bullet zips through the zombie's mouth, exploding part of the back of his head. It crumples to the ground and doesn't move again.

Garrett's face turned dark red, and his body was shaking with rage. That was when they heard the faint, guttural moans of zombies in the distance. Their shouting and commotion had drawn the zombies in. Fighting zombies in the open was a death sentence, so Garrett gritted his teeth and stared into the camera. Then, he forced the words out through clenched teeth. "B-Boss!"

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.

The ball of fire the size of a yoga ball flew at the group and exploded in a blaze. The zombies groaned after they were hit with the flames. 'Nice, zombies are weak to fire. This should stagger them for a bit while I…' Matthew firmed his grip on his sword. 'Kill this one!' SCHWING! Matthew sliced the targeted zombie in half. Its cut body dropped on the floor. Its upper part was still able to move and leapt at Matthew with its arms. Matthew already expected this and sliced down on its head. "Groaa…" The zombie let out one last groan before it died.

Xia grip on the zombie neck tightened, her twinkling phoenix eyes as if it had stars in them as she slowly approached the zombie ears, she says, “I forgot to tell you. I am immune to zombie virus” she muttered so sweetly but her words were still regarded as if every word she uttered was covered with thorns, it sent goose bumps to his greyish skin and sent chills to his infected cell for the last time, before he felt his body exploding.

Mark suddenly screamed as a zombie from nowhere jumped out of his hiding spot and headed toward Jane who was quick to do a front flip and landed away from the human eater. We fixed our guns on him ready to fire when another two zombies jumped out behind him and they were now three human eaters creatures standing right before us ready to devour us. "Don't die first" Martins muttered into my ears and that's the very first time I heard him talk. I looked at him and his face was curved in a smile. "Fire!!" Mark screamed and we opened fire at them while they charged at us hungrily. I was quick to block the attack of one of the zombies with my guns as I gave him a punch directly to his face.

It arced beautifully through the dusty air and smashed directly in the center of the horde gathered in the doorway. WHUMP! A fireball erupted, engulfing the front ranks of the zombies. Flames licked hungrily at their desiccated clothing and flesh. The stench of burning hair and roasting meat filled the air, sickening and sweet. The creatures writhed and flailed, becoming living torches, their moans turning to screeches of agony. The fire spread quickly, catching on the splintered wood of the desk and the doorframe, creating a roaring, temporary wall of flame that blocked the entrance and consumed the ones trapped inside.

Their overuse of the earth’s resources for convenience and greed had driven the earth itself to betray and poison them. The vampires claimed the earth’s atmosphere became toxic, poisoning everything humans required for survival. It was said to have been a torturously painful process, and only mythical creatures had the aptitude to survive her rage. However, while there may be truth to the claims, there were things Azrin had written and discovered that just didn’t quite add up.

It had a silencer on. ‘That would explain why nobody heard anything,’ I thought to myself. “They must be newly ranked Zetas, no way a human will ever get the better of a half-decent Zeta,” Carl said and I had to agree. There was no chance. “Robert, you can never talk about this. Do you understand?” Malachi said to him and he looked at him. “Shouldn’t I report this?” Robert asked and Carl started laughing. “No way, we have to get rid of them. It’s better that Vincent thinks whatever he wants to. With no proof of their deaths, there’s nothing they can do,” Carl said to Robert. Malachi and I nodded our heads in agreement at the same time.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.