Zed From Zombies Novels & Stories

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

Lucas noticed a bunch of zombies the moment he set foot in East City. The zombies frantically rushed to Lucas when they saw a human had shown up. It was as though they had caught a glimpse of the most delicious food the entire world had to offer. "Awoo, awoo!" In the blink of an eye, hundreds of zombies showed up. Lucas released Biggy, Scarlet, and White Doll from System Space. The hundreds of zombies appeared to be as weak as tiny ants before them. The zombies stumbled onto the ground one after another, and Lucas activated his mind's fusion grid and started fusing zombies.

“Killing your beloved pawns and knights.” He tuts, shaking his head. “A tragedy.” He begins to straighten his knocked down pieces. “Except, the plague didn’t actually kill them. It altered their brain chemistry and made them zombies.” Then he moves all the pawns three tiles forward. “Goodluck trying to fight the undead.”

As soon as she did so, The zombies stood up on their feet. They quickly ran to her. "Aiish!" She muttered and climbed the pillar the more. The zombies wanted to go near the sound, plus the smell of fresh blood coming from Renee salivated them. She was also hearing the others screaming her name, saying more zombies were coming. Renee grunted and placed the phone onto the pillared roof. She looked down to see the zombies stretching their hands, waiting for her down. The zombies decided to climb up but due to their normal lack of stamina, they couldn't take any more climbs and they slide back down.

It was a chilling display of power, a stark reminder of the depths of evil that could lurk within those entrusted with authority. The flashback dissolved as I heard a soft knock on the door, returning me to the present. I opened my eyes to find Lynn, one of our trusted team members, standing before me. Her presence pulled me away from the abyss of my memories, grounding me in the reality of our mission. "Lynn," I muttered, my voice tinged with gratitude and detachment. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. "Aaron, I've been digging into Zea's past and uncovered some unsettling information. We need to talk."

Once the fight was over, he would come back and finish them off later. *_*_*_*_* The burn of the wooden bullet buried deep within his chest brought Mason back into consciousness and panic built up within him. His body was frozen and despite his will, he couldn't move a muscle. He could hear the slow and near silent beating of Harley's heart as she laid near him, but he couldn't move to help her. Zander had used a special kind of wooden bullet, and unless he regained the ability to move, he would be powerless to fight in the war. It was the strangest feeling; being paralysed. As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricte

Determining that the arrow was too damaged by the bone that it had shattered on its way to his heart to be of any further use, she moved away from him without a backward glance. The movement of a zombie that was felled but not killed caught her eye. She walked over to it, pulled out her knife, and drove it deep into the creature’s skull. Memories of looking into the human-like eyes of the zombies that had surrounded the tree that she’d used for safety floated through her mind as she wiped her knife clean and returned it to its holder.