Zombie Fallout Series Novels & Stories

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

However, this is the worst case scenario because it directly involves life. She's energetic and can loosen her vigilance because she's invisible for the zombies while these people here inside the refugee's camp are scared of those man-eater monsters outside and cannot fight without hiding. Darwin Kim also saw the condition of the unconscious woman but he couldn't help at all. He's helpless and powerless. He's just slightly stronger than average human. It is enough to defend himself from limited number of zombies but he cannot defend all of the people inside this refugee's camp. Suddenly, the unconscious woman's finger twitched once. No one saw it, even Psyche Flint. Her skin slowly change in

The institute that had once been built upon collaboration slowly fractured under secrecy. Then disaster struck. History never recorded exactly what happened. The surviving documents disagreed. Some described an accident. Others hinted at sabotage. Several pages had been deliberately destroyed. Only the aftermath remained clear. One entire laboratory vanished. Hundreds of researchers died. The remaining survivors evacuated the facility. Project Crimson Hunger officially ended. Every surviving document was sealed. Every remaining sample was either destroyed or hidden. Zelios abandoned biomedical research almost overnight. The following decades changed the world forever. Environmental collapse

“Did you see any zombies when you went through there?” “I can’t lie. I did,” he admitted, “but only a few stragglers. They tend to stay in large clusters. You’ll find them in larger numbers deeper into the territory.” “What did you do when you saw them?” Felix asked with genuine curiosity. “Did you kill them? Can you kill them?” Rex studied Felix carefully. “I’m surprised that you’re worried about them. What, with you camping here and all. I killed two just last week not far from here.”

“I accept your terms.” As soon as the words leave his lips, Fallon’s large body is enveloped by a bright light, and he begins to bow and shudder. Screaming, I push out of Lilith’s hold and kneel before him. “Fallon! Fallon!” I call out. Fallon falls to his knees with a pained roar and claws at the ground like a rabid animal. His eyes glow fiery flames of fire, and his teeth elongate into sharp fangs. His body trembles and shakes as the light surrounding him weakens. After a moment, he slumps into a deathly faint. Tears fall down my cheeks as I tuck his head in my lap and caress his ashen face. “Fallon…Fallon, wake up…please…” Sobs wrack my body as I try to shake him awake. “…please…

A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system. The engineers were already overwhelmed. When they saw me walk in, their eyes held a mix of expectation and embarrassment. I didn’t respond to any of it. I sat down and connected to the system. Memories of every system upgrade and custom request Apex had gone through, buried deep in my mind, surged forward instantly. An hour later, the alarms stopped, and the data was restored. Mr. Johnson’s call came directly to my phone. “Lily, thank you! I knew you’d handle it!”

"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.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St