Zombie Fiction Novels & Stories

And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them. My fears had been right all along. The zombies were evolving. The pile of bodies grew higher and higher until one zombie finally managed to grab hold of the very top of the wall. I immediately aimed at its head and pulled the trigger cleanly. But killing one meant nothing. More and more zombies climbed over the bodies beneath them, using the grotesque tower of flesh as a ladder. No matter how fast we fired, we still couldn’t keep up with the endless wave surging toward us. I didn’t even have time to wonder whether this would be the day I died.

She followed the silver-white gleam of the blade and met a pair of calm, gentle eyes. Scott still wore that soft, pleasant expression. The gentler he looked, the more viciously he killed. "Raarh!" Another eight or so zombies surged forward. They burst out of the brush, baring claws and fangs. Under the moonlight, their rotting, death-gray faces looked even more horrifying. Their bodies stank of decay, and they had their arms missing, legs broken, bellies split open, and mouths half rotted away. Like monsters clawing out of fresh graves, they howled and charged at the living, eyes glowing as they rushed in.

Even for the supernatural world, that was something that only happened in the city of Lovecraft, but precisely in the ravines and mountains of the farms, between the cemeteries. - Because you do it, daughter, I love you so much, I did it for your safety. – He begged when surrounded by zombies, who were accompanied by crows and scarecrows. About that... They returned to the Delphos Tower company headquarters to talk between negotiations with the old wolves. It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city.

I elongated my finger nails and started slicing. I went through them like butter and man! Did that feel good? You see, one thing about zombies is that they don't have a brain and they are just thoughtless machines whose parts are badly rotten and can fall off any minute. They move by smell and if one knows that, it's easy to finish them. I killed all of them and then after I was done, I decided to leave that area and start looking for a way out of here. I didn't even go for long before I came across a vampire and as is normal, vampires crave werewolf blood and this one wanted a piece of me and who am I to say no? So, we went to war and we all know who won.

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

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender. "The Mummy, Creature from the Black Lagoon, the Thing…" If you think about it, a zombie isn't very original. It's like a mix between a vampire and Frankenstein's Monster—undead and butt-ugly. By the way, why do you think zombies like eating human brains?" "Because brains taste delicious." "Really? Have you tasted brains before?" "Course not. I'm not a zombie." "You are sometimes, my friend. It's like you don't have feelings at all. You're numb and indifferent about most things that happen in the Colony."

You ended it before it got close enough to tear someone apart. She had seen similar things before, just under a different sky. In her old world, mutated humans with collapsed abilities were worse than zombies because zombies were honest. Zombies wanted flesh, followed noise, and died when the brain was destroyed.

Todd didn't want that. "Back to the report, please" Todd heaved a sigh of relief as Karl opened back the notes. "So, what is going to happen to the bitten" Karl sought answers again. "Have you ever watched a zombie movie?" Todd tried explaining in the easiest way he thought Karl would understand. "Are you saying they will become zombies?" Karl asked excitingly. "Yeah, more like that" Todd hoped he had satisfied him. "How are we going to know you are not lying" Karl asked ridiculously. Todd was maddened.

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