Zombie Exodus Novels & Stories

I took a breather, took the hair rope off my head and tied it to my leg, thinking of getting up and climbing out, but the touch under my hand was strange, like something like clothes, and a sticky feeling, and I just didn't notice the smell around me, and now there's a smell in the air - a disgusting stench. A weak moonlight shone down, and I finally saw the "thing" underneath me, it was a corpse! No! It was a few people stacked together, and the hole was not a wooden spike, it was some animal or human bones! the white bones in the moonlight shine looks incomparably weird and creepy. "ah!!!!!!!!!!"

When it was all over, Rex -who was grateful for such assistance- spoke their praises loud and clear. Imogene explained that, as wanderers, they stumbled into an infested area and met up with zombies on a regular basis for a considerable length of time until they were able to find a territory more sparsely populated with them. They quickly developed a method of working together to protect each other while swiftly eliminating the threat.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

These zombies moved with purpose, their movements swift and coordinated. Seeing it, Ying Wei’s heart pounded in his chest as he floored the gas pedal, the van lurching forward with a burst of speed. Since His Young master said that they will not stopped, they wouldn’t stop. They only need to escape this zombies. The van barreled toward the horde, and they braced themselves as the first zombie leaped onto the hood, its clawed hands scraping against the windshield. Claire fired her shotgun through the open window, blasting the creature off the vehicle, but more were coming—too many to fight off.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

He glanced at the caller ID, frowning in confusion. ‘Seven.’ The moment he answered, his expression changed drastically. … ‘One.’ A thunderous explosion rocked the sky. The ground trembled, throwing up a cloud of dust that blurred everyone’s vision. Hunter’s face went pale. He spun toward Freya. “What’s happening?” Freya stumbled from the shaking floor, clutching his shoulder, stammering, “I don’t know… an earthquake?” Hunter knew it wasn’t an earthquake. His Beta had called to warn him that their border defenses had been breached. A massive werewolf army was barreling toward them.

He wince, partly in pain and shock, turning to stare at her, mouth agape– -.-. .-. --- ... ... -... --- .-- For a second, his brows furrowed at her. Then, a beat after, he instantly realized she was communicating via Morse. Crossbow, she said. . . . “Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” –Zora Neale Hurston . . . PROSERPINA: By the time William had burst through the door to get to his room–his footsteps hurried but soundless as befitting of any monster mercenary–Proserpina nonchalantly glanced at the newcomer who still had not made their self appear at the face of a mortal man.

How admirable. Uncle Adam swayed in the air while being teased, his lips quivering as he struggled to speak. [Ding! Adam is extremely frightened. He's snapped, losing control of both his mind and his body. Rage points +1,000!] [Ding! The zombies can see but can't eat. Their rage meter maxed out, converting to general rage points +2,000!] [You're truly a genius! You even took advantage of the zombies! The system has been upgraded to Level 2. The store is now open!]

" I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowers, so we'd finally have the power to protect ourselves in this apocalypse. "Damn it… I almost forgot about you while dealing with the two losers." The bald leader was about to charge forward and hack at the door when a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street. The fresh scent of blood had drawn an even larger horde. Zombies poured in like a tidal wave, and their glowing red eyes were a terrifying sight in the darkness. "Boss, the zombies are here! Run!" The remaining tugs were scared out of their wits. They grabbed their raving leader and bolted, while the lat

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.