Zombie Air Novels & Stories

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

Saliva was dripping from the sides of his lips. A stagnant smell filled the air. Like dead meat! It was so strong that it made me gag. I closed my eyes and held my breath to override the smell but alas! I was forced to press a palm over my mouth and nose. Yet, it didn’t help. “That’s a zombie,” I breathed out.

The powder disperses in the air before anyone can move. That is the thing about it. The terrible, quiet thing. It is not dramatic. It does not announce itself. It is a small cloud of dark particulate, visible for half a second in the moonlight, less than half a second, and then it is not visible anymore because it has settled. Cassian breathes it in before he knows it is there. He doesn't fall. He staggers.

Present Time “F-k me,” Rhett stared. “Is that f-king Guy?” There were zombies hanging from the streetlights along the street, their necks broken, and bodies twisted, and yet their limbs jerking as they swam through the air mindlessly. The stench was stomach curling, Rhett thought. At the point of being hung, many had lost control of their bowels, and the paving below them was splattered with ooze and their trousers stuck to their legs with it, the foulness attracting flies and insects.

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

I slowly rose from my feet and inquired coldly, "Do you understand what you're asking for? This serum is the result of three years of research! It can halt the zombie virus within five minutes of infection. "It's still experimental, but it's humanity's last hope… and I only have one dose left!" "I know that!" he snapped. "But that serum kills all viruses, doesn't it? Esmeralda's in pain. Quit stalling and give it to me already!" The conference room went dead silent. The deputy leader couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the table and spat out, "Are you out of your mind, Noah? She just has a fever! You'd waste humanity's last hope for that?"

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

[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!"

I sat by the window waiting for dinner, absentmindedly gazing outside. Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the zombie bird attempting to fly through the acid rain. Its feathers had already been badly corroded, falling away in ragged patches. Large sections of skin were exposed, and one of its eyes had melted away entirely. And yet it still stubbornly swooped down toward my abandoned vegetable garden, pecking frantically through the ruined soil as if searching for something.