Zombie Apocalypse Outfits Novels & Stories

It had fair skin and an obese physique that made it seem it easily weighed up to 100 kilograms. Additionally, there was a zombie in a fiery red long dress. It had a slim body figure, an elegant expression, and silky skin. Furthermore, there was a little girl in a long, white, princess-like dress. She had a doll-like face that made her look extremely cute. Another zombie was holding a pitch-black sword that looked extremely sharp; it sent chills down one’s spine. Lastly, there was a zombie wearing a Smoky Flowery Dress. Her hair was at her waist, and she looked like an angel from heaven.

she said proudly. A tall figure beside her lifted his hand in greeting. Cameron? His costume was the complete opposite of Stephanie's. While Stephanie looked like a zombie, Cameron looked like the guy usually trained to kill them all. He wore a dark survival jacket covered in fake weapons, flashlights, and gear straps, along with a plastic shotgun slung over his shoulder. A zombie apocalypse survivor. It actually suited him. “Nice wings,” Cameron said with a grin. “Thanks,” I replied. Stephanie leaned closer.

Once again, skip that bullshit. The humans I’m with have made camp near a lake. I’m grabbing my clothes to go bathe. I still have some of the clothes I originally left with, but definitely not as much. It’s going to be dark soon, and I don’t want to be caught alone in the dark. That never ends well. Heading to the lake, I start to strip. I’m completely naked, which doesn’t even phase me anymore. I used to be so shy about being naked out in the open, but who cares anymore about that? I sure don’t. I quickly wash the grim off as I trace the long white scar that goes from my elbow to my wrist. It’s the biggest scar I have. Most of them are small, but this fucker is not. A zombie was trying to t

“Fuck.” I patted his chest and smiled at him. Gripping my wrist, he held me firm and met my eyes. “Hurry.” His cock stood tall, proud, and tempting against his stomach, and I gave it one last look of longing as I threw my shirt on over my head and shimmied into my discarded jeans. Fuck! Leaving my damp panties on the floor, I rushed from the bedroom toward the front door. The motherfucking zombie apocalypse better be here for all the racket going on at my doorstep.

As extreme as the other seven. Zombie was a woman in her early 20s. She gave no shit even though Linda was taller than her. She exuded a confident single lady. She had a similar sleeveless hoodie with different shades of color and bear ears latched on her head hoodie but with an angry bear mouth and nose. Truthfully, Linda was quite intrigued by her. “Linda. The owner of this cafe.” She cleared her throat. “Ah!” Zombie made quite an expression under her mask. “You have talent in business but not on this small scale.”

he said. Ten minutes later we exited the store, me dressed in a new outfit from head to toe. I felt like a new person. I looked down at myself and nearly laughed aloud. It was so not me. I had gone from wearing all Salvation Army to being decked out in a series of pastels: lime green jeans, a pink tee-shirt, a light purple, cashmere sweater, and a lime green Kiera coat. It’s not like I had much of a choice: it was the only store open, and it was all that they had left this time of year in my size. The coat hugged me firmly, and had an inner pocket just big enough to hold my journal, which I transferred from my other jacket. For shoes, I’d bought gold, sequined flats. I could have been in a L

The next morning, the guards and chef were already awake before I was. I had barely finished washing up when I saw them standing in the main hall waiting for me. Judging from the looks on their faces, they had already seen what was happening outside. I turned toward the street beyond the one-way glass just in time to see a swarm of grotesque zombies roaming the roads. Some still vaguely resembled humans, but most were drenched in blood, their faces twisted into horrifying shapes. A few were so badly mutilated that their organs spilled out as they ran.

Tony cleaned up and left shortly thereafter. Since I was going to a Council meeting I showered again. Vampires were notorious for smelling sex on you and then telling you about it. I dressed in red. The Council had no sense of style so I liked to show them a thing or two. I wore a red, sleeveless turtleneck and red pants that were super tight over my ass and thighs but flared out gradually at the knees until they showed only the tip of a red snakeskin shoes. A red duster completed the ensemble. I wore a gold watch encrusted with rubies and two of my favorite rings.

"Well sort of, I have to tell you something." I finally found an exit and now that I'm out of this strange place, I realized that it was just one of the many strange places in this world. It just occurred to me that I don't have anywhere to go. People stared at me as they walked by like I was the only weird one on the streets, "y'all look weird too!!" I yelled in my mind. My hunger worsened but I kept myself in order. I need to fix myself somewhere to lay first before thinking of what to eat and getting extra clothes, I'm about to freeze to death wearing these loose clothes. I kept walking until I reached an alley that looked like the one I woke up in the first time only this one's cleaner.

"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."