Zombie Books Novels & Stories

I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism. After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus. My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me. The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus. It wasn’t enough

"Wha- now?" "Yes! Now!" "But whatever it is can wait, it can't be as important as you-" "Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!"

Becky was happy to see her sister enjoying herself. Their next visitors announced themselves by their noisome stench—undead corporeal revenants or zombies. As they passed by the locker, Millie shook her wand at them, but nothing she did could remove their smells of rotting carrion and odoriferous human offal. This night, the zombies did not rush and eat the humans they encountered. Becky wondered whether they weren’t as hungry as usual. She need not have felt concerned as they stormed the space across from her family’s unit and brought out a few of the coffins stored there, intending to eat their contents. When they opened the coffins and gorged themselves on the vampires’ bodies, leaving a

"How's that. " "All zombies have a thing in common, parasites." "What exact kind of parasite? " "Good question. "He replied, placing both hands on the table "a parasite might be a fungus, a worm or some other tiny creature.we might call this one ghost. " "what it feeds on, we actually don't know. Those cows don't want grass anymore. Don't know if its blood? " Charles and flavio grinned. Dr montoya did not."I was trying to counsel a zombie. Someone who's mind wasn't exactly theirs? "

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

I walk through the crowd of people conversely to see the source of danger and my eyes almost bulges out. Zombies swarm across the hole from above the leaking ceiling of the base. Endlessly falling and tumbling to the ground chasing and biting people with their disgustingly sharp teeth..! Blood saturating the ground with rotten smells and tiny worms splattered around the base. "This is the apocalypse?!" I have never seen one before. This is the first. "Help..! Aaaaahh!" A rotting zombie takes hold of a child and is about to bite her. My hand trembles but I pick up my courage and...

Although, she can’t do much damage to me. Zombies are hard to kill; basic injuries don’t phase us; we barely bleed and move faster than a human. The whole misconception that zombies are mindless, slow, and easy to kill is all the things that we incorporate into the human world through movies, books, and TV shows. We wanted them thrown off, thinking that we were mindless creatures. In reality, we are intelligent, ruthless, and apathetic to most human emotions.

It made her think of Aiden; he’d love to get his hands on a place like this. But Caitlin could not bask in the moment. Images of Caleb struggling with the Immortalists as they’d burst into her grandmother’s attic kept surfacing in her mind. She had to find a cure for Scarlet, and find it fast; it was the reason she’d been transported to the lost vampire city beneath the Sphinx in the first place. Something told her the cure would be within the walls of this ancient and forgotten library. Caitlin looked at the marble shelves, stacked with books. If the cure was in one of these books she would surely die of old age before she found it. Unless…

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”