Zombie Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

But their was one thing I couldn't get out of my mind in class. 'What am I going to wear? Can I just wing it?' ~~~~~~~~~ I decided to be a bad boy/ zombie. (A/N I'm dying😍💕🔥) And Mel also decided to dress up as a zombie. She had her dark blonde curly hair in 2 French braids, she had on an oversized white t-shirt and had cut it a bit, it also had fake blood all over the shirt. She also had black leggings on, and black eyeliner with red lipstick.

It had fair skin and an obese physique that made it seem it easily weighed up to 100 kilograms. Additionally, there was a zombie in a fiery red long dress. It had a slim body figure, an elegant expression, and silky skin. Furthermore, there was a little girl in a long, white, princess-like dress. She had a doll-like face that made her look extremely cute. Another zombie was holding a pitch-black sword that looked extremely sharp; it sent chills down one’s spine. Lastly, there was a zombie wearing a Smoky Flowery Dress. Her hair was at her waist, and she looked like an angel from heaven.

She came out of the secret dressing room to check the closet. "Son of a devil! So many clothes. I hit the jackpot." She laughed as she checked on different clothes. Again, they were no normal clothes. They ranged from a man's to a woman's, dark hoodies, and all-black sweatsuits with full face masks. Zara selected a full bodycon dress with a hoodie. Dark black, just perfect for her disguise for the current situation. Since she had already checked the bathroom— and luckily there was water— she took a bath and put the dress on. Unfortunately, all that was there in the kitchen was rotting, smelling, and decaying months or years old food, and stock of expired canned food.

A man and a woman. Zomzom turned his head, feeling his neck bones crack, and stared into the distance with his dead eyes. His master was leading Angelina by the hand. Neither of them knew the zombie was there. The girl was wearing a sky-blue dress, a luxurious yet flimsy one, like a summer cloud. The Undead King had put on a grey suit with a blue trim. So now they looked like a real couple. A future husband and wife. This evoked strange feelings inside the zombie. As if food was churning around in his stomach.

Stepping out of the shower as naked as the very day he was born, he drew for the towel, throwing it over his shoulder and walking down the hall to his room. He pushed his door open, walking in on Liam's and Fredd's little whispering party. They both turned to him wide eyed, then looked away immediately after. "What the f*ck man! Have some shame..." Zillon glared pass them at his closet and walked over to it. There, he dried his hair and body with the towel before getting dressed in a shorts, no shirt. "You look like a zombie, honestly..." Zillon slid down to the floor with a sigh. "I don't care about my appearance Liam, where will we be searching tomorrow?"

She bared her fangs and let out a roar that made people feel their scalps were prickling. There were dozens of corpses lying around in the yard. These bodies were dressed in military uniforms from the Aricia Era. They were still holding weapons in their hands. These soldiers appeared to have recently been killed; apparently, they were bitten to death by the zombies. Opposite this zombie stood a ripped and dark-skinned man. The man was holding a butcher knife in his hand. The blade burst with cold light. He appeared to be serious as he stared intently at the zombie standing across from him.

Muttering to himself, he dragged the bag behind him as he thought of what best to give to Calhoun and how many sets of clothes would he require. They had never really asked how long he was going to live with them and thinking about that, he felt a little sad. He was beginning to like Calhoun as a friend, despite their earlier scuffle back in the forest when he had given the potion to Valencia that had made her fall to the ground. Now, he only smiled at the memory. Not all mages were bad according to his opinion and Calhoun just seemed to prove that fact. Shaking his head, he went inside and opened the wardrobes, picking different kinds of shirts, t-shirts, a few jackets, sweatshirts, shoes,

There was no way I could build a portal and get us all through it before Liam got another hit in with his knife. "Nah, I think I'm done talking." Liam's eyes glanced behind me, and that was all the warning I got before the zombie was on me. The stench of rotting flesh overpowered that of the damp earth and rain. And despite the fact that the zombie's clothes were hanging off its body in strips and the skin was shriveled and mottled grey-green in the lantern's light, the zombie had a grip like ungiving steel. No matter which way I moved or squirmed, I couldn't slip free of the dead arms that wrapped around my upper body, pinning my arms down.

Like staring into a shattered rainbow, their colour is the only thing visible in the middle of this black, miserable thunderstorm. I slowly shrug my jacket down my shoulders, if I have to shift and defend myself I’d rather not wreck it. Deep black canvas, waterproof from the rain and dense, it feels like I’m wearing armour. Zeke likes his leather jacket, White Forest have their cloaks. I skulk about like a serial killer. So I’ve heard Naomi and Leona say anyway.

Upon doing so, the runes on the zombies' armor began to emit a faint red glow. All five zombies exploded with a murderous aura as if they were demons waking from a long slumber and out for blood!