Zombie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Xia was an existence, dangerous for all, living mankind or even the undead, if it approached her evil claws, they could say goodbye to their life and bear the second home they were suited temporarily to live in, like heaven, and hell. Even though the zombie felt hungry and on the verge of dying-ah, the zombie stopped his thought ‘his already dead’ he continued to say as if he only realized it now. The zombie lightly licks his purple lips with its red tongue still looking at Xia's face. After a while, he deeply sighed. He really can’t bear to eat this girl, if he really plans on eating it, then he can only fatten it up first. Xia faintly smiled when she saw the zombie was mesmerized by her. A

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

The room temperature seemed to drop instantly. An invisible fear enveloped us. Just then, Poppy’s smartwatch, which she had been fiddling with, finally connected to Castiel’s phone. “Daddy, hurry home! Zombies are in the base!” Hearing his daughter’s words, Castiel grew impatient. “Stop spouting nonsense! How could zombies suddenly get into the base? Daddy is busy. Can you please stop bothering me?” June urgently shouted into the phone, “Castiel, we’re not spouting nonsense! Zombies are already inside the base! Hurry back with reinforcements and save us!”

A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth. "Roar!" The zombie let out an inhuman howl and dropped the piece of flesh in its hand before charging at Julian like a rabid animal. "Get away! Get away from me!" Julian was absolutely terrified and swung the kitchen knife wildly, hacking at the zombie's head. But long-term starvation had left him slow and weak. The slash missed the zombie's head and landed on its shoulder instead. With a crack, the rusty kitchen knife sank deep into the gap near the zombie's collarbone and stuck there.

A soft smile lay on my lips as I looked at her. "So, you're Sierra's self-proclaimed lover?" the zombie said blankly as he looked at the pages of his book. He was reading a psychology book. I noticed that he had a lot of those on a shelf on the left wall. "Self-proclaimed?" I said lifting an eyebrow. He never answered after that and I got a bit agitated. I knew he was not trying to mock me because he still had not emitted an emotional scent. What the heck is this zombie thinking?

I asked. "Fine. I lose, you win. Happy?" He said smiling. "Very." I said as I plopped my head on the pillow. ------ "Zoe, it's all because of you." James said, looking at me. "What?" I asked. "All because of you, that everyone is dead. You are the reason people are dying, YOU ZOE!" I woke up with a start, that dream had shaken me up, pretty bad. This was another nightmare to my list of nightmares. I turned to my right to see the bed empty.

“I’ll be damned if I’m taken naked again.” She couldn’t explain why she found his comment amusing, but she did. He gave her an odd look at the sound of her faint giggle, but said nothing as he quickly pulled on his clothes. They’d just finished pulling on their boots when a zombie -who had once been a male human- burst out of the brush. For a zombie, its speed was fairly quick, which led them to believe that it was advanced. It completely ignored them as it headed for the deer.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

It was divine, it almost didn't look like she died, even though he didn't know how long ago that was. She moaned as he tasted her, that split taste of a god of the dead. It was blood, beyond a sea of roses, it smelled divine, when had he ever thought of it as anything incredible, would he ever have thought that it was more than incredible, yes, he feared that she would eat his cock, could he to bite. In even opening his mouth, but with all his heart, he stood, in front of him, with the zombie, sucking him, with that tight and cold mouth, he was hard, as hard, as a young man could be, savouring that moment, wishing it would never end.

" If you follow me, I'll take you down there ." They all knew what "there'' was. Luke left Felicia with Liz and Randal. He and Randy shared a look; he was doing his best to be the strong one for his wife and everyone else. The younger Bailey walked down the hall toward the morgue. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silence; it felt so unreal. This had to be some elaborate prank, like when he was eleven, and William pretended to cut off his hand in the garbage disposal. He'd been so scared he'd peed his pants thinking a kitchen appliance had mutilated his big brother. William felt pretty guilty he had scared him so badly. This had to be a joke; it just had to be.