Zombie Eddsworld Novels & Stories

Three years ago, I'd had a chance to go back. The Witch had drawn my blood, cast a spell, and opened a portal to the real world. "Walk through and you'll be home. Go on — you never belonged here to begin with." In those early days, the terror of waking up in a strange world had kept me up night after night. Back then, I would have done anything to go home. But five years in the werewolf world had changed me. I'd built a life here. I'd found people who mattered.

“Make sure that they are well dead.” Leo nods and relays the orders to the men who start to fill up the holes. They are all tired and exhausted but their victory in the war is evident. A few fae soldiers also arrived and sped up the process to bury the now dead zombies in the graves. “Help me find Eduard,” Dmitri orders. “He is somewhere in the forest around Meosea.” “Yes, My Lord!” Leo says and they set off to find Eduard. Meanwhile outside the castle, Roseanne is staring at the grave.

Officer Justin was lost on what to do so he decided to rest. The heroes had fully prepared. Little hobgoblin had told Eddie that the dagger is with someone powerful. They should be ready to fight the person if they want the dagger back. Susannah created a wormhole and off they went to the land of the dead. On getting there, they were surprised to see a red moon, everything in the environment looks dead. Even the plants are dead. They were all terrified but had to show some courage. Eddie was the one leading them, he was scared within but he knew he had to show some courage. They saw a little girl playing with her teddy bear and Eddie walked up to her. "Hello, little one". Eddie greeted the g

both she and Andrew replied adamantly and at the same time. “Okay. That Mrs. Holland that owns the diner was an old friend of Edward and Miranda,” Will began. “When he wasn’t working, Edward used to come in, smoke and drink coffee all day. Helen said the last time they saw him was in April or so.” “That fits roughly with when he came to New York City looking for my brother,” Andrew corroborated. It also fit the mental profile he’d established about Montero and the kind of places he’d have felt comfortable.

Flame Gordon originally thought that Charlotte Sky and Caspian would talk about something alone, so he planned to avoid it first. Unexpectedly, Caspian did not intend to avoid him. This touched Flame Gordon a little. Since Caspian had made the decision, Charlotte Sky naturally did not object. The three of them entered Flame Gordon's courtyard. When Flame Gordon was making tea, Caspian said, "The resurrection of zombies is not completely out of control." "Hmm? Why do you say that?" Charlotte Sky's eyes were full of doubt. "Heaven’s Edge Sect has informed disciples in this way. Isn't it serious enough?"

Meanwhile, the comments were having the time of their lives. [Yes! This is exactly how they should be tortured!] [Dan got caught stealing dog food yesterday. It had me in stitches.] [But be careful, PC. The comments are saying a zombie wave is coming soon, and Callie seems to be secretly gathering strength. She might try something.] A zombie wave? I narrowed my eyes. It looked like the last bit of value those two pieces of good-for-nothing had was finally about to be cashed in. However, what I didn’t expect was how quickly the zombie wave would arrive.

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

‎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

He growled before slicing through them like they were nothing. “I see they are still. What's the word.. stupid?” Eddy laughed teasingly and stepping into the room. “Shut it.” Justin snapped running a hand through his hair. “He wants an army of these idiots. They are brainless zombies at this point.” Justin snarled thrusting his sword across the room in frustration. Eddy cracked a grin nodding his head. “Yeah they are pretty bad.” “They are a pain in the ass. Eric wants this group battle ready by Solstice.” He rolled his eyes finally seeing me, “I would be surprised if they could even hold a weapon properly.”

But as she started to walk along the edge of Evan's pitch-dark courtyard, the uneasy feeling grew stronger than Maya's thoughts slowly turned more and more chaotic. It seemed Maya was underestimating her current death too much. She was clearly not afraid to see a dark place before. But when she did stand so close to the darkness, her body involuntarily started to stretch as Maya instinctively started to avoid such places. Again and again, Maya tries to convince herself that zombies do not exist in this peaceful world. Yet the sound of zombie screams still rang in Maya's ears, as her eyes hurriedly avoided the corners of Evan's dark yard.