Zombie Apocalypse Outfits Novels & Stories

Alpha Emberson said, and his pack behind him shifted at his tone, like they were prepared to pounce at a moment's notice. They probably were. They were dressed casually and looked out of place among my pack, which made them seem all the more deadly. My pack was dressed in cocktail dresses and suits, while the Nightblood pack wore jeans and shirts. The leather jackets some wore looked well-worn, like they were a part of their daily outfit. I knew our kind didn't get cold, and it made me wonder if they chose to wear them because it was easier to clean blood from leather than other fabrics.

So, tossing and turning and cursing herself, she fell asleep only in the morning. The irritating trill of the alarm clock pulled me out of a restless sleep. I took a shower to freshen up a little. She glanced at the mirror in passing - beauty! .. Swollen, reddened eyes, tousled hair and a gray skin tone. “Who describes zombies in horror films? I can send a photo,” she chuckled to herself. The question of what to wear was not even asked. Black shapeless trousers, a beige blouse of the same incomprehensible cut, she twisted her hair with slightly forgotten movements and pulled it into a bun at the back of her head.

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.

I feel a knot of unease form in my stomach. “Oh, but I think you might know him,” Zombie says, turning toward a sleek black car parked across the street. I hadn’t noticed it until now. He waves, and a man in his thirties steps out… he seems a stark contrast to our chaotic underworld. Dressed in a tailored suit and tie, he looks utterly out of place, as if he has wandered into a world of shadows.

But that didn’t escalate our shock, this did. We started to hear movement somewhere around the store. Ambrose was behind us, he tried to move closer, and ‘tripped’ on something and fell. Hannah pointed her torch only for us to see that a zombie held Ambrose’s leg, before any action could be taken, the zombie dug her teeth into Ambrose’s leg which made him let out a scream of horror. “Fuck!!!” I yelled and grabbed a fire extinguisher and smashed it into the Zombie’s head as she was moving towards us.

For drinking water, I ordered five hundred jugs and had them moved into the bunker, along with ten high-powered water purifiers. Aside from food, medicine would become the rarest hard currency in the zombie apocalypse. I cleaned out five pharmacies, buying antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine, fever medicine, painkillers, and all kinds of first-aid kits and surgical tools. Finally, I made a trip to the black market and got three military-grade compound crossbows, several thousand steel bolts, two machetes, and a stab-resistant suit. When the last batch of supplies had been moved into the bunker, the reinforced blast door slowly closed.

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.

This past two month's, Wei Zhi Yin together with his two subordinates separated as they run around Edrinon country to gather materials. Instant foods, biscuits, chocolates, alcohol and even cigarettes are stored in Zhi Yin's dimension in heaps of Mountains. But they still did not stop, and Zhi Yin even gathered different kind of animals and plants that is present in the current world. because he knows that once the apocalypse began, even animals and plants will mutate and become zombie animals and man eating plants. So, if ever the zombie apocalypse will enda and every thing return to normal, there's no guarantee that the animals and plants that mutated will be back to their original appeara

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

I said, looking at Kairo and holding the bayonet out to him. "Sis... I still can’t... I can’t do it... He used to be a person..." Kairo took the bayonet, his face pale. The overpowering stench of blood hit him, and a wave of nausea washed over him. The female zombie stared with dull, gray-white eyes, its hands stretching forward desperately. Its nose had been gnawed away, leaving two empty black holes. Its lips were gone, revealing dark red flesh and yellow-white teeth. I watched him quietly. "Brace yourself. You have to learn to get your hands dirty to survive this apocalypse."