Zombie Apocalypse Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Long live the over Lord" the crowd responded as they bow down to their new over Lord. Among the people that escaped with me were; Annabelle (my sister) Linx (500 years old male vampire) Dexter (380 years old male vampire) and Tessa (400 years old female vampire) We were all teleported to the new world, the age of humans beings, We landed at New York, inside someone's plantation, at night, a girl was coming with lights and some farm tools, maybe wanted to harvest something, I sighted her meters away due to my vampire sights, before she could approach us we quickly shape shifted to the form which she took (human form), when she got close to us she heard us humming

Their fear was mostly because of ghost stories that they heard from the other girls in the dormitory as well as their own classmates. There were all sorts of ghost stories told of the girls’ lavatories that always ended up with students screaming in fright and insisting that they go to the lavatories in small groups. There were stories told of ghosts of past students who died in there from different reasons. There were stories of suicides because of a variety of reasons such as family and relationship problems. There were also stories when students took their own lives because of poverty when they were told by families that would need to stop schooling for a while. The teenagers could only s

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

All day, I hustled for cash and apologized, trailing Snowy and cleaning up whatever he wrecked. At twenty-three, fresh out of college, I'd been all ambition. I was gonna be somebody. Two years later? Bottom of the food chain. I felt like apologizing to the sewer rats. Still, the four of us stuck together. Survived every crappy day side by side. And now the apocalypse was coming. Zombies. Strong. Fast. Everywhere. One snap of their jaws and you were done. Sure, my cats could take down chickens, ducks, mice, rabbits. Feed them wolves, whatever. Didn't matter. They couldn't shield me from zombies.

" I stumbled back, carrying the three cats into the security room and slamming the door behind us. By the time they had been arguing outside, a few zombies had already wandered close behind. Before the apocalypse, they'd called me "saintly". But not anymore. If things were going to get deadly, survival was every one for themselves. These zombies were different—they attacked with purpose, not for feeding. Before the lion and the crocodiles could react, the infection had already spread to most of the crowd. The stench of blood thickened the air, drawing more zombies in. The landlord's crocodiles and Dominic's lion were surrounded, their throats ripped out in moments.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

But in the apocalypse, water was the most precious resource. Their expedition provoked the horde of zombies and shattered the fragile peace we had built. The zombies were relentlessly hunting us down.

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.

‎Of all the wretched, soul-scarring chores this new world had forced upon us, taking down the zombies was the worst. It wasn't just the danger; it was the profound, gut-churning disgust of it all. It was the most disgusting shit I’d ever done in my whole life, a phrase that felt woefully inadequate to describe the visceral horror. The act itself was a brutal, messy business. It wasn't like in the old movies, a clean shot to the head and a tidy collapse. It was a gruesome ballet of decay and resistance. The sickening, wet thud of the crowbar connecting with a skull that was more liquid than bone. The way they sometimes didn't just fall, but sort of… deflated, spilling their putrid contents on

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one