Zombie 115 Novels & Stories

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.

“I found the horde. I think it’s worth asking them for help.” “Say what?” Jasper incredulously exclaimed. “Ask the zombies for help?” “Why not?” Ben asked. “You said yourself that it was the zombie venom that killed the vampires. Thanks to you, they’re immune to the werewolf bite and the wolves haven’t got their powers enhanced enough to go into a den full of vampires. The zombies are our surest bet.” Jasper chose to ignore the dig about the fact that the vampires were immune to the werewolf bite because of him. It was a fact, but it didn’t mean that Ben needed to rub it in. Even so, it wasn’t the time for conflict over ego and hurt feelings.

The handle rattles as someone tries to open it. 'Unlock the door, Zurielle,' Venom orders. My heart is racing with fear and feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. I don't respond. 'I know you're in there Zurielle!' He yells and begins to body-slam the door. He collides with the door over and over again, and the drawers topple over from the force. Hailey puts lucky inside the wardrobe and shuts the door to keep him safe. 'What are we going to do?' She asks, whispering.

Little Zane kept staring at his father's dead body. He felt like screaming but he was frozen and stayed where he was, hidden in the shadows. "ZANE?!"shouted a voice, it was his mother,"Zane are you alright?! Did they hurt you too?! What is going on?!" "Mother, my father is dead. Prince Alfred shot him with a silver arrow in the heart",blurted out Zane, with moisture in his eyes. His mother knelt down infront of him and said,"Don't worry son, you will be alright. I will protect you till my last breath. I won't let those Vampires hurt you! Come with me"

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.

When Angela closed her eyes and nodded, he turned to me and whispered, “Maybe you should change the focus of your research, doc.” “Even if I did, I don’t know if I could possibly find a cure within a month,” I breathed. “I’ve got a feeling that Elijah won’t be the only one coming for treatment before this is through,” Max said with urgency. I thought aloud. “I still have an immunity to zombism in my system. I have no such thing for werewolfism.” “What makes you immune to zombism?” Max asked with wrinkled brow. “A low dose of vampirism,” I confessed.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

If Elijah was taking the people I loved, his next target was James. I quickly dialed James' number, second by second,as the phone rang, my anxiety rose. Come on James. Pick up. Suddenly the phone went static, as if somebody picked it up. "Hello?" I whispered. "See you soon Zoe." With that the line went off. Elijah. He had them. He had Aubrey, James and Tyler. I had to do something. I quickly pulled out the vial out of my pocket, and threw the lid away, today was the new moon. The day we become powerless. And drinking the vial, and trying to bring out my wolf, on a new moon, which was a few hours away, could kill my wolf. And me.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Zombie marched forward, pointedly ignoring the other Mandrill Monkeys with eyes trained on the old lady. Shoving her hand to her. “Hi. The name is Zombie. The head of the recruiter. My eyes can discern useful people with just a glance. I can see your unbloom talent.” Linda hesitantly took the hand. Zombie’s attitude was quite repulsive to her eyes, yet she said nothing and only smiled business-like. They shook hands as Linda swallowed her saliva. The aura carried by this Zombie lady was so extreme. As extreme as the other seven.