Zombie Fiction Novels & Stories

There were currents of power electrifying the air, a clear warning of the danger that it posed. The metal spikes on Imeela’s staff were shoved right through a creature’s eyeball and into their brain. That was fairly disgusting but super fucking effective. ‘You need to either decapitate these demon’s heads or pierce their brains. Zombie rules,’ she informed me. It was a damn good thing that she told me that because I would not have realized how important that part was. Zombie rules. Zeus snorted with that. We both shared a love of zombie films and shows. She had informed me after our first zombie movie together that they were technically real but only because of things like necromancy.

Heath told her. “Not really,” Aislen objected. “Leighton Richards is a supernatural warlock immortal who two hundred and fifty odd years ago tried to give his human mate immortality and somehow turned her into a zombie. She bit a lot of people, who bit others, and turned the original colonists of Havermouth into zombies. Leighton made them sleep and locked them in a cave. The floods washed out the cave, and swept the zombies out into the river. Some survived and made it to shore and started biting people because they’re really hungry and being bitten makes you into a zombie too. Others we think weren’t so lucky and they’re bleeding out into the water causing the water illness.” “Okay,” Heath

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

I looked calmly at the dark barrels pointed at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? If Ruth comes back, you’ll die a very ugly death.” “She’s not coming back!” Dan roared. “There are three S-class zombies out there. She’s dead for sure!” “Stop wasting more time. Shoot him!” Callie shrieked. Dan was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly, a deafening crash exploded behind them. The door behind them was violently smashed open, and a mutated zombie burst inside with a furious roar. Everything happened so fast. It all happened too quickly. Callie, scared out of her wits, immediately grabbed Dan beside her and shoved him toward the lunging zombie.

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Seeing that scenes, Zhi Yin cannot help but sigh. Zombies are very different from humans. They don’t know the word fear. They aren’t afraid even if their companions are being killed as they continue to chase their target. They don’t need to rest, feed on flesh and blood, and even if they are injured, they can slowly recover their broken body with their own powerful repairing skills.

‎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

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

Though they lived in the world of their own, their lives were not complete on their own. They invaded others for their stay and livelihood. Those that lived near them were so surprised about all this; how fear could be associated with beautiful beings, at least from the outside. They looked innocent and beautiful, like angels, yet made others around them to live in fear. The subjects of Borney loved one another. But they expressed their love for others, especially the opposite sex, in a different way. Their ways were different because they were an island of vampires. To their neighbours, expressing love through bites by sharp fangs looked rather weird and cruel.