Zombie Apocalypse Outfits Novels & Stories

"You're right, surviving comes first. I do feel a bit bad about the rations, but the rest? Totally useless. What, getting all dolled up just to be eaten by zombies? Since you were so noble, willing to sacrifice all your belongings for the team, I'll thank you on behalf of everyone." "No! My makeup—no!" Eliza lunged toward the window, staring at the backpack disappearing into the swarm as her entire body shook. That had been everything she relied on to maintain her fragile, innocent image in the apocalypse. Without her makeup and pretty clothes, how was she supposed to play the victim? "You did this on purpose, Iris! You bitch—give my things back to me!"

Liam tossed in a few flashbangs. As the area lit up, scattered zombies were quickly drawn toward the light. "Raarh…" "Raarh…" "Raarh…" It was hard to tell whether the stores had opened early that day, or if some accident had trapped people inside. Zombies began spilling out of the dark shop fronts. Most of them were dressed like clerks or store owners, and they were all pretty young. One female zombie stood out. Her style was fashionable. Her ash-gray curls were freshly done, and she wore a summer dress that hugged her figure and a pair of spotless white sneakers. There was barely a trace of blood or dirt on her.

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.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

I can't really kill him at all. After I put some ointment on some of my wounds, my lips parted slightly when I saw Zelo enter my room. He was wearing his casual clothes now, very different from the suit he usually wore. It was just a black shirt and black jogger pants. And that was always my favorite look of him. He always looks so hot wearing this kind of clothes. His biceps are really bigger now. And he looks fucking extra hot with his black hair down.

Eddy says. A soft moan call our attention, instantly, Eddy take it down swiftly then more shuffled towards us, the zombies are in military uniforms, tattered, and blood stained. I aimed for the head of one of the zombies nearby, it dropped as I pulled the trigger. Half a dozen head towards me. I was about to shoot but three zombies facing me fall instantly from a headshot.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

The rookies would go to the tanning room and the gym every day, hoping to maintain the healthy blush of the peers they left behind. But before long they became sluggish like everyone else. Pale like everyone else. Most people in Deep 6 looked like death warmed over. The Gestapo outfits were the killer, topped by a long black leather coat. Everybody was pale as paper and looked like they weighed in at a hundred pounds. Nazi Zombies, Dink called them. From all the shit they did to keep up with the madness. Dink tried not to let it bother him. He’d have plenty of time for daylight when his assignment was finished.

It’s about noon and Zane is walking down a highway littered with decaying cars. As he approached a nearby city, most of the cars had cracked or broken windshields. Sometimes he saw the odd humvee or a tank, they made great shelters for nighttime. This is the western apocalypse and it has been hell. He is about 5 '7 with long blonde hair blowing in the wind, a sturdy build, blue eyes with a narrow face, He wears a trench coat to stay warm and has a backpack of limited supplies. He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales.

Their lips had peeled back or fallen away, revealing hideous yellow teeth all the way to the roots. Leesa took all this in with a glance. The zombies were horrible, but it wasn’t their presence or appearance that surprised her. It wasn’t even that they had apparently killed one of her dorm mates. No, it was Cali who truly shocked her. Cali stood with her back to Leesa, facing the standing zombie. The creature towered over her, but Cali had grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and was spraying blasts of white fog into the creature’s face, keeping it at bay. Dressed in a camouflage T-shirt and black sweatpants, Cali looked like a miniature soldier.