Zombie Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

Today, he was dressed in slim-fit dark gray trousers, a matching vest that accented his swimmer’s build, and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons left open and the sleeves pushed up, showing his forearms. As I got closer, I couldn’t help but laugh when I noticed the cuffs and inside of the collar had a creepy Halloween theme with bats flying around on a foggy night. It was adorable, and while we’re close to Halloween, only a vampire would own something so cheesy. Okay, maybe not only a vampire. I bet André would love dress shirts that are also festive but in a way that’s not over the top loud to make Darren wear.

I tell her when I walk out the shower and leave her to gather herself. I pick a black button down and black slacks, my shiny dressed shoes and the Rolex I got from my father when I killed my first vampire. Then I turn to Adriana’s side of the closet and pick a burgundy colored jumpsuit that exposes her entire back. The phoenix on her back and her not yet healed mark will be on full display. I love it.

Wait, why are there numbers carved on the gravestones? Cent’s question got answered when a hand suddenly came out from tombstone 0680. With no shadows to defend her, she was contemplating if she would throw the egg if worse came to worst. The skeletal form of a squirming arm turned into a full-blown zombie girl crawling from the soil, which freaked the heck out of Cent. Though it was entertaining to see a zombie clad in a green dress and jewelry pieces while its eyes were almost dangling from its skull. Its blondish hair was practically nonexistent, but it did not stop the zombie girl from wearing a headband. Wow, there is something wrong with me, admiring the fashion style of a zombie known

"That's fine. This is my entire income. I'll put all of it in." The three of them lit up instantly. Then I changed the subject. "Hand over everything valuable you own as well— including all the jewelry you're wearing." "What?" Daisy Mitchell shrieked first, reflexively clutching her necklace. "Amelia, what do you mean by that? Your dad gave me these for our wedding. How could you—" "Mom," I cut her off coldly, my gaze utterly calm, "in the apocalypse, jewelry can't be eaten, and they won't protect you from eighty-degree heat."

"In the late stages of the apocalypse, anti-inflammatory medicine will be the hardest to find. We should stock up now. Later, a single pill could be worth a cow." Mom bought a large supply of medicine from dealers—anti-inflammatories, cold and flu remedies, painkillers, antibiotics, bandages, disinfectants, thermometers, and more. I silently reviewed my chemistry formulas for the exam, paying no mind to the ridiculous stockpiling. Giselle reinforced the doors and windows and even installed solar panels on the balcony. Zombies later would chew through power lines, and the city would experience massive blackouts. Still, idiots would remain as idiots no matter how many times they were reborn.

Without my mutative abilities to reinforce the camp's defenses, they wouldn't hold up much longer. I clenched my fist, my nails digging into my palm. Tomorrow would be day three. Emilia, this would be your last chance. The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon when I stormed out of the isolation room. Those gray-white streaks on my right arm had already spread halfway up my shoulder. A night had passed, and the air smelled even more rancid now. I could feel the zombies closing in. Without me as the primary fighter, the camp wouldn't last much longer.

Dominic grabbed Vicky and scrambled to higher ground, blowing the whistle on his chest. "Stay calm! Come here! I've got mastiffs! Zombies don't stand a chance!" The largest mastiff shot forward like a bolt of lightning, jaws clamping down on a zombie's arm. But it didn't bite through. I ducked back into the security office, peeking cautiously. The zombie's rotted flesh revealed a strange, dark metallic sheen underneath. Its bones were harder than steel. One bite knocked out the mastiff's teeth. Only three days into the apocalypse, and the zombies had already started mutating.

Rage points +200! [Congratulations to the host for receiving the rewards: 50 infinite rechargeable heating pad and max combat proficiency.] A warm current spread throughout my body, and I felt my muscles filled with strength. Great, the first night of the apocalypse was peaceful. However, I could not be careless because after the extreme cold came a more terrifying zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the roadside would stand back up with twisted limbs, biting at anyone they saw. Uncle Adam's family was indeed lucky. They abandoned the car and fled back to their upscale neighborhood.

Half the shelves had already been stripped clean, but scattered supplies remained across the floor where looters had rushed too quickly to organize. Evelyn moved automatically: water filters, cold-weather gear, medical supplies. Useful things survived longer than luxury items. Eli loaded canned food into a crate beside her while Caleb searched the back storage rooms for fuel siphons and propane canisters. Then Rowan stopped moving near the front windows. Evelyn noticed immediately. “What?” He pointed silently towards the fog-covered street outside. Movement. Three infected shuffled slowly between abandoned cars farther down the road. Not unusual. Except they weren’t wandering.

My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress. The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery. In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake. Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood." The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.