Zombie Apocalypse Outfits Novels & Stories

Evelyn POV “Phantom there's no way in hell I am wearing this!” Zombie complained as he held the pink t-shirt that read: ‘Down to DEFCON’. Buddha walked into the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “I don’t know Z, this shirt is pretty awesome.” He looked down at his own pink t-shirt that he had cut into a tank top. “I think pink is our color.” Zombie rolled his eyes. “You don’t even understand computers but yet you are wearing a shirt that only makes sense to computer people!”

They had no wisdom. Moreover, those zombies were all in tatters and their skin and flesh were dried up. They looked no different from withered wood. But at this time, the guys who came out gave her a completely different feeling. These guys who came out did not look like zombies. Their bodies were painted like painting. Under the backdrop of the dark buildings around them, they were like murals in an ancient tomb. They were thick ink and colorful, full of greasy feelings, which made people shudder.

"Or we steal one." Suddenly, a drumbeat echoed through the valley. DOOM. DOOM. DOOM. "We're not alone," Finch whispered. From the tree line surrounding them, figures emerged. They didn't look like the zombies. These were human. Living, breathing humans. They were tall, their skin painted with white clay to look like skulls. They wore armor made of crocodile hide and jaguar bones. They held spears tipped with obsidian and bows drawn taut with poison-tipped arrows.

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.

As they broke free of the smoke, they collapsed to their knees and fumbled off their helmets dragging in air, their eyes and noses streaming. A creature screeched, and Lyric’s eyes widened as she looked along the road that ran parallel to the river. A horde of zombies lurched their way. Unlike the zombies she had seen previously, these were not emaciated but rather well-fed. Their clothing was ragged, however, and more than a few wore the black uniforms of Van Helsings. Around their necks were collars connected to metal caps on their heads.

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.

It was almost like a zombie apocalypses type of infested. The majority of these rogues were still in their human forms, trashing and destroying stores and streets, having their own riot party as they drank heavy amounts of booze and smoking. They all looked like they were a gang of bikers from the way they were dressed, all in black with leather jackets, some with exaggerated haircuts. "They're everywhere, how are we going to sneak past?" Alice whispers.

Their eyes turned red, their body looked like a rotten corpse, and their movements looked sluggish when slowly standing up. Many of his classmates turned into a zombie as he didn't expect that an apocalypse happens so suddenly. No one was prepared of this and will never ever thought that this is the beginning of the end of the world. He slowly sat down beside his seat and window. The light was turned off but his zombie classmates turned their heads on his direction. His body jolted and his eyes looked around with a panic, to find a temporarily weapon to defend himself. Then, he remembered that he had a classmate who was a baseball player and always hide his baseball bat inside the cleaning c

Zara replied, handing it over to me. I carefully tore open the envelope, my heart pounding in my chest as I unfolded the papers inside. It was Natalie's autopsy results, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had rocked our pack. Rushing back upstairs, I rummaged through my wardrobe until I found the perfect outfit - a vibrant ensemble consisting of yellow, red, and white floral palazzo pants paired with a snug white long-sleeved top. I carefully tucked the top into the pants for a polished look before slipping into my favorite red sandals.

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.