Zombie Bf Novels & Stories

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

“I found the horde. I think it’s worth asking them for help.” “Say what?” Jasper incredulously exclaimed. “Ask the zombies for help?” “Why not?” Ben asked. “You said yourself that it was the zombie venom that killed the vampires. Thanks to you, they’re immune to the werewolf bite and the wolves haven’t got their powers enhanced enough to go into a den full of vampires. The zombies are our surest bet.” Jasper chose to ignore the dig about the fact that the vampires were immune to the werewolf bite because of him. It was a fact, but it didn’t mean that Ben needed to rub it in. Even so, it wasn’t the time for conflict over ego and hurt feelings.

BZZZZZZT A blinding flash of electricity exploded inside the monster's throat. The smell of burning flesh filled the room instantly. The giant’s body went completely stiff, its pale skin lighting up from the inside out as the current fried its brain. Its huge empty eyes rolled back into its head. It tumbled backward like a chopped tree crashing heavily into the broken metal gate. BOOM The massive body blocked the five-foot gap completely acting like a wall against the hundreds of smaller zombies screaming right behind it. Gray rotting hands reached out from under the giant’s arms clawing wildly at the air. They could not push the heavy corpse out of the way.

Several strong zombies piled on top of each other, stretching out their withered claws to reach for Uncle Adam's head. "Ah! Don't come any closer! Go away!" Uncle Adam screamed at the top of his lungs when he saw the fingernails only inches from his nose. Watching this, I pressed the 'descent' button on the controller. The fishing line instantly extended a foot and a half. Uncle Adam's head plummeted downward, directly into a zombie's mouth. It opened its mouth wide and bit down on Uncle Adam's balding forehead. Just as its teeth were about to touch his scalp, I swiftly pressed the 'ascend' button.

He learned the shit from programming video games of all things. "What the fuck boss?" My guys were pissed but they were nowhere near my level. I didn't let my mind play the guessing game that was no way to go into an Op. If I started thinking it might be one asshole and focused entirely on him then I might miss something. I'm a free market thinker everyone is suspect except the three women sitting in my truck. If the fucker was watching this play out he was gonna need a rocket launcher if he wanted to fuck with them. "Task complete." Who the fuck thought of giving Tessie Marilyn Monroe's voice anyway? That shit was just off. We walked over to where she'd picked apart what turned out to be an

It moved again. Only a flash of gray skin behind the generator. Too fast. Too low. The woman behind the truck lifted her rifle toward Dean as he slid into cover beside her. “Don’t shoot me,” Dean said quickly. “I’m charming and medically inconvenient.” She stared at him. “Stop firing unless they’re on you,” he said. “The ugly one is using the noise.” “The ugly one?” Dean pointed toward the generator. “The one with management energy.” Another infected slammed into the gap in the fence.

Jasmine shouted as she squeezed into the depths of the vehicle to hide. Then, the bulletproof glass shattered. A Tier Four speed-type zombie swooped in through the hole like black lightning. It snarled and leaped at the nearest prey: Wade. The monster's maw was laced with sharp teeth, and rancid drool dripped from its mouth. "Get away from me! Don't bite me!" It was life or death. Jasmine's male best friend, who always had a glib tongue, turned into nothing more than a hideous creature trying to survive. He grabbed his screaming 'friend' and tossed Jasmine at the pouncing zombie.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Tobe screams and Ryder brings his rifle up. He pulls the trigger, and a zombie drops, but another quickly takes his place. There are dozens of them, and the four of us are no match, especially since I barely know how to shoot, and Tobe still doesn't have a weapon.

Tears spilled down in heavy drops. Quinton's knees gave out. He dropped straight down onto the ground. "No way… It wasn't me. How could it be me?" A heavy, suffocating grief swallowed the whole room. It pressed on everyone's chest, making it hard to breathe. Then, from the side where she had been silently standing, Madeline finally stepped forward. Her voice carried just the right amount of confusion as she asked, "But why did the zombie outbreak happen right when it was my birthday?"