Zombie 3 Alien Invasion Novels & Stories

Beep! Beep!! Beep!! Beep! Beep! The alarm suddenly began to vibrate on the large reading table that was opposite her big bed. At first, it was impossible for her to hear this, but just like the alarm had a mind of its own, it increased it's tempo and suddenly began to ring faster and louder that Miss Jane was forced to open her eyes with a scream. She noticed the noise and she quickly grabbed the alarm trying to put it to sleep but it wasn't responding, so she had no option than to smash it on the floor.

Still, Zoey joined the Paranormalities and she even disclosed some of the secrets related to the Ghost Busters. Due to this, they even once got into a heated quarrel which resulted in Zoey spewing the bitter truth about him. About his 'tiny junk' which she accidentally called out, 'Baby carrot' soon spread into everyone's ear. And, ever since that incident, those members of Paranormalities always made fun of him by calling him 'Baby carrot'. After what she did to him, Nick loathed her. He did so much for her only to get duped by her. Even his career was in danger now. If their rating goes below 5, it was all over. The show will be terminated on the spot.

I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button. A piercing alarm shrieked through the entire building. “Everyone, listen up.” My voice echoed from every speaker. “A blizzard is approaching. Winds will hit 120 miles per hour. Temperatures will drop to minus thirty. More importantly—” I paused for a second, watching the panicked faces on the security monitor. “A horde of zombies is using the storm for cover. They’re closing in on us. Everyone, get to the B3 bunker. Now. This is not a drill.”

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

The air was electric with tension, the two groups locked in a silent standoff, waiting for the other to make the next move. Alice, Leo and Vivian raid a pack they locate in the human city. Leo leads them to it. Senses are sharper as a spirit wolf. Alice kills their alpha and Leo bites the pack members, all twenty of them and they become zombie wolves. The alpha's face contorted in rage as he beheld his men, now zombie werewolves, and bellowed, "What have you done to my wolves?" Leo's smirk grew wider as he replied, "I just gave them a little upgrade and reprogrammed them a bit. It was fun."

By the time I get it halfway on, I’m sweating like I’ve run a marathon. I slump back into the wheelchair, chest heaving, frustration burning in my gut. Defeat. Again. No. Not defeat. Not today. I rub a hand over my face, force the tightness in my chest to ease. Maybe if I distract myself, it’ll help. A movie. Anything but this silence. Anything but this room that feels more and more like a cage. I scroll through the library of titles, the colours flashing past too quickly to matter. Horror, maybe? Something sharp enough to jolt me out of this fog. I don’t even bother reading the description—I just hit play.

She tilted her head, a look of genuine pity on her glowing features. “Oh, Zara. You still think in three dimensions. How quaint.” She leaned in, her breath smelling of ozone and dead stars. “There are no aliens. There is no invasion force waiting in the sky.” What? What did that even mean? She swept her hand around the room. The walls shifted, displaying images, not of space, but of Earth. A burning Earth. Cities crumbling to dust, oceans boiling, and wolves… millions of wolves, starving, dying, their bodies withering away.

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

"Because every time I think of my past life, of how you pushed me into the zombie horde, I feel that this child shouldn't exist." Hans's face turned ashen as he collapsed to the ground. Winnie suddenly sprang to her feet, her rotting fingers grabbing at the camera. "You b*tch! You'll die a horrible death!" Her eyes had turned a cloudy grayish-white, and black phlegm dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Alert! Level 2 Infected!" The automatic defense system activated instantly, and high-voltage current pierced through the iron gate. Winnie let out a horrific scream, her body convulsing violently as she collapsed.

"Kill it." "Yes, ma'am." Derek signaled. A soldier stepped forward and smashed the glass door open. The stench of decay filled the hallway instantly. The zombie lunged forward and then suddenly froze. A tri-edged spike had been driven straight through its forehead. Dark fluid seeped from the wound. Its eyes went still, and it collapsed to the floor. After three years of fighting zombies, killing one was as routine as eating a meal. Once the body dropped, the team moved on. They continued clearing the building floor by floor.