Zombie Bf Novels & Stories

he asked, with both surprise and hope. I shrugged. “I’m just trying to understand things. The zombie war will be raging long after we tend to the crew that’s trying to overtake our county. If vampirism makes me immune to zombism, that’s a plus. From what I’ve seen with you, there really is little difference in us. You could just as easily require an insulin shot for life support.”

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

*Bang* Aiden turned around in time to block the zombie’s attack. His large axe deftly parried the sneaky undead’s attack, and with a subtle shifting of his feet he pulled himself closer to the beast. Without any hesitation Aiden lifted his leg and stomped down hard upon the feet of the zombie. *Bang* The zombie’s expression remained cold and serene. It had long lost the ability to feel pain. That was the greatest advantage of being an Undead. Everyone knew this; and so did Aiden. So why did he bother to do that.

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

He had trouble focusing, he sometimes seemed like he was going to vomit and he was sweating a lot. Brie sat, playing with her hands as she thought. What if he was turning? She stared down at the floor. She had a gut feeling that something bad would happen soon. What if it was Adam? Would she have to kill him? She sighed. If he turned into a walker, she wouldn't kill him. She needed a plan. A step forward. Maybe they could join with other survivors and work to create a cure or prevention from the virus. Brie glanced at Melissa, who got back up and crawled over to Adam.

As they reached a higher floor, the atmosphere grew tense, and the distant sounds of shuffling alerted them to the presence of mindless zombies lurking nearby. Brandon signaled for everyone to halt once again, preparing for a confrontation. The group prepared their weapons and abilities, anticipating the encroaching threat. The mindless zombies, drawn to the commotion, emerged from the shadows. They were eager to eat and fight them. Their vacant eyes and sluggish movements marked them as remnants of the once-living, now transformed into menacing creatures. The battle was fierce but coordinated. Brandon, Hannah, and Marcky unleashed their abilities with precision, while Liam and Jarvis wielde

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

Byul stayed hidden in the dark as he cautiously watched the zombie plodding in the wide space. He glanced at the zombie’s face and thought of a conclusion. He wasn’t actually the undead who bite people and infected someone so that the world will became an apocalypse but a brain-dead person? His complexion was pale but not to the point it was rotting beneath and his movements were light-headed and he had no sense. He didn’t even attack him when he approached like the typical zombie who bites.

The hungry zombies began falling upon those unlucky souls and ripping into them with their teeth, trying to satisfy their ravenous appetites. Jami yanked an aluminum bat from the bat rack. “Grab a bat!” she yelled to her teammates before racing down the right field line toward the heart of the melee. A half-dozen of her teammates charged down the foul line behind her. Wielding their metal bats, Jami and the other girls waded into the fight, swinging their makeshift weapons at zombie shoulders and heads.