Zombie Bf Novels & Stories

The zombie's claws ripped through the soldier's throat, causing blood to spray everywhere. Dustin screamed and ran for the third floor. Emilia tried to go after him, but she was blocked by another zombie. As she dodged desperately, her arm was slashed by the zombie. Now. I squeezed the trigger. My bullet went through the zombie's skull with precision. Black blood spurted from it, and the zombie collapsed with a thud. Emilia froze, looking in the direction my bullet came from. I fired again, taking out the threat to her left.

With the poor lighting, it was difficult to tell. “Zombies,” he bellowed. All of Baelil’s men froze, but still he continued to ravish Denai’s breasts with a mindless fervor while his hand continued to give her cause to cry out with pleasure and desire. Seizing the opportunity, Felix rushed forward and snatched Eugene from the stunned man’s arms. The man hardly noticed as he focused on the approaching zombies. Baelil’s men rarely saw a zombie and had little experience dealing with them, but Rex and Olga were experts. They knew better than to stick around and fight that many zombies in poor lighting.

Even the live chat grew anxious. [Oh God, oh God, oh God!] [My Best Girl is dying, you bitch!] [Do something, Jazzy! Please!] Just as it seemed we had reached a stalemate, Jasmine's eyes lit up. "Aunt Kimmy!" Kim approached with a bowl of soup. "There you are, sweetie. I've been looking everywhere for you. You've helped so much with the funeral. You must be hungry. Here, I made this for you. Take a break in the lounge. I'll handle things here."

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."