Zombie Apocalypse Outfits Novels & Stories

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

I muttered. She crossed her little arms, hovering with an expression that screamed judgmental mall clerk. “And who might you be, stomping through my forest in… those rags?” Excuse me? Those rags? I looked down at myself. Sure, I was covered in dirt, blood, and probably tree sap, but still. My jeans were functional. My jacket was sensible. “You mean my post-apocalyptic forest chic?” I said, squinting up at her. “This is called survival fashion, sweetie. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Comes with pockets and trauma.”

He tried to locate Tracy class but the drone couldn't move further. He moved closer to the infected who were close in the area. He noticed something. All of them had bite marks. The marks were not so deep, it just grazed their skin. That was not deep enough to cause an infection and if it did. It wouldn't be fatal. He tried closing on them more. They were not like the zombies in the movies. Their bodies did not lose its freshness and their actions seemed more ofsleepwalking. Though he had not gotten the nature of the virus fully but he understood it was something not as fatal as everyone thought.

" A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I could feel my muscles rippling with power. I clenched my fist and threw a quick punch that cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind. Perfect. The first night of the apocalypse was off to a peaceful start, but I couldn't let my guard down because something even more terrifying would come after the freezing doomsday—the zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the side of the road would soon stand back up with twisted limbs and bite anything they saw. Garrett's family was surprisingly lucky. They managed to ditch the car and retreat to their high-end apartment complex, but the water, power, and gas were cut. All that fancy interior de

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.

Upon opening, I find a toiletry kit and medical supplies neatly arranged in it. “Wow,” I whisper to myself. Zack really did arrange everything for me. ********** I must admit that Zack has excellent taste when it comes to choosing clothes for others. Indeed, he himself dresses attractively, but selecting for someone else is a big deal unless you know what type of outfits they prefer or look good in. I walk out of the washroom wearing an off white beige ribbed henley top with long sleeves and a brown lace-trimmed camisole underneath. Paired with dark brown beige plaid shorts.

I muttered, and he sighed. "Most vampires wear black or gray. You are not the exception. Not only are your eyes a giveaway... your pale skin, fangs, and eyes. We cover the eyes with the shades, but even with them, it is easy to see that you are a vampire; the color black makes you look paler. A hunter could spot you a mile away, and I bet Asteria would kill us if anything happens to you," He finished, and even when I hated the idea, I knew they were trying to do what was best for the mission, so I complied, and we stopped at a gift shop. Of course, my luck there were no plain button-downs, heck, there were no button-downs at all, just stupid colorful shirts with more colorful letters across

‎ ‎An hour later, we stood by the camp exit. ‎ ‎We looked... different. ‎ ‎Rhea had raided the "Human Donations" bin, clothes scavenged from the city dumpsters or stolen from clotheslines. ‎ ‎Kaelen wore dark jeans and a black hoodie that hid his face. Vexa wore a long trench coat to conceal her sling and her weapons. Jinx looked like a normal, scruffy street kid in a beanie cap. ‎ ‎And I wore a simple black dress and boots, my hair loose to cover the Mating Mark on my neck.

Even if he did end up wanting to, at least he would be ending the last 15 years of suffering and abuse received. "It seems that Drakos is harboring his mindless zombie's down in the mine. From the way Jaden and Maya described them, they where mindless muscled brutes that could carry crates and crates full of iron and gold. What's even more weird is the men that seem to be guarding them. They don't wear any kind of identification of rank at all. Even a petty Assassin would still have a small skull silver pendant to signify his rank. They all wear the same silver band with engravings on their hands as well. They got testy when Jaden and Maya had tried to approach them as well." I finished spea

Meanwhile, white smoke was still coming out from the coffin. Then, they saw a pair of ancient official boots slowly appear from the inside of the coffin. After that, it was a two-meter tall corpse which was wearing an official robe standing in front of the coffin, its black face covered in green hair, and it had green eyes and two big white fangs. Its hands were like steel forks, and its fingernails were almost twenty centimeters long. “Zom… It’s a zombie!” Nori quickly helped Gerald up. Roar!