Zombie Heroes Novels & Stories

With these, my parents could also awaken their abilities, and we would truly have the power to protect ourselves in the apocalypse. "Damn it... I took care of those two bastards, but I forgot about you." The bald leader was about to rush up and smash the door when a deafening roar suddenly echoed from the alley entrance. The fresh smell of blood had attracted an even larger group of zombies. Countless zombies surged forward like a tide, their glowing red eyes particularly eerie in the darkness. "Boss! Zombies are here! Run!" Terrified, the remaining henchmen dragged the still-frenzied bald leader away.

The leg that used to limp looked strong now. "Daddy, don't say that. We're your babies." Yeah. They're my kids. Not monsters. Not monsters. It's the system. That's why they can talk. Even ready for it, I still flinched when Bubba spoke again. "We don't belong here." They were from thirty years in the future. The apocalypse had dragged on for decades. Zombies evolved first. Then the guardian pets leveled up after them. Some turned into power types. Some got crazy fast. Others unlocked special abilities.

We watched as flames engulfed the corpses, instantly warming us. “Who were they?” I asked. “One of our enemies, the Bois Sombre Pack. But they’ve grown really weak. I know it didn’t seem it, but four of them should’ve been able to easily overpower us.” He shook his head. “I probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation, but fuck them.” He turned and threw his arms around me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “Why are they weak?” I asked.

"Hazel, you know that you have an injured leg. Just wait for us back at the base. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your dad for you." Curtis stood at the farthest back of the team. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. The wave of zombies was a lot worse than expected. The sea of rotten green zombies easily crossed the first level of defense like it was nothing. Curtis' blade was starting to get dull, and the wound on his shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding profusely. He suddenly saw that Dad was being cornered off a cliff by three zombies, and the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. Meanwhile, Archer was also surrounded by another gro

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.

Jhero fall on the floor. "Argh! You fool!" Dr. Jhero looks at him, now even more furious, and as he stands and wipes the blood on his nose, panting, and shaking, he looks at us murderously. "Sean Gabriel Richforte, you will pay for this." As soon as he said that, we heard heavy footsteps, and the zombies came out of nowhere, neither of us has a clue from where they exactly came from as they surround us, growling. Hunger is visible in their eyes, they look like wild animals who haven't eaten for years! And with just one word from Dr. Jhero, I know they will not hesitate to attack us, even kill us.

Because of fear, they ran rapidly to ask for help. Just a few minutes later, the three men arrived at the nearest city thugs station to report what they witnessed. However, they saw that the city thugs were currently fighting a group of zombies. Those zombies are weird, only black circles can be seen in their eyes and their eyeballs seem to be gone. Their color is pale and they can move quickly like a monkey. They don’t fall into normal attacks. Only beings with spiritual power have the ability to overthrow them. - At Crow ax gang main station, Velmont island.

They're armed with tactical weapons, and they move quickly through the city, killing zombies everywhere they go. That might have been a good thing, if they didn't kill other survivors as well. My first experience with the Zombie Warriors had been about three weeks ago; I'd spotted them moving in a line through the street I was hiding on, killing zombies. I'd been about to approach them when another survivor beat me to it. She fell to her knees, begging them to help her, and they'd ignored her pleas.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Elijah said complacently. “Let's begin the interrogation, shall we?” Marissa said turning toward Zachary, he reached for his face as she forced a grin. “What happened in 1976?” She questioned. “I would have loved to torture you to death but since they have compelled you. Answering my questions wouldn't be a big deal, would it?” Her lips stretched into a side smile, she glanced at Elijah. “The founding members of the hunter community were slayed by vampires.” Zachary admitted.