Zombie Heroes Novels & Stories

He had accidentally come in contact with the dark fumes and its corrosive properties scalded him badly. "How dare you've been repeatedly trying to resist us, you lowly vermin! You deserve death!" bellowed the newly-arrived Zombie derisively, clearly stronger and more powerful than the warriors. The young leader quickly took out a gold-colored whistle and he blew into it. An ear-splitting note from the whistle almost burst their eardrums. The young leader grimaced with horror. The sound of his whistle failed to reach outside. "Calling for help, eh?" cackled the Zombie vilely, "You sniveling warriors. We only need the hearts of ordinary humans! There's no reason to massacre us!"

This was all him, this was all the weird evil man baby. I stopped running and fell to the ground panting. My heart was beating like it was about to leave my chest and I had not noticed until now but I was the only one on the streets. it was completely deserted. Where did all the humans go? Did he kill them all? or were we in another world? his world. What even was he? or it?

He stopped to listen when he recognized Lola her voice. “Why are you doing this?” Lola asked with a trembling voice. Marc just laughed, “You really like stirring up trouble, don’t you? I guess I will do everyone a favor by killing you.” Noah didn’t even have time to do anything. As soon as Achak heard his mate getting threatened, he took over and transformed. Luckily Noah had not taken herbs the last couple of days because Lola wasn’t near him anyway. Achak jumped down the stairs and landed on top of Marc. Lola screamed and Achak just wanted to rip into Marc his flash when he also transformed. His big black wolf was much stronger than Achak thought, and he had a hard time fighting him. He go

They just kept coming. "They are zombies!" Jack screamed, reloading. "Tech-zombies!" Sebastian didn't have a weapon heavy enough. He looked at the Nullifier. He looked at Harper. "Do it!" Harper slammed her hand onto the needle. STAB. The machine woke up. HUUUUUUUM. A low, deep vibration began to fill the room. The skulls on the walls started to chatter. "It needs time to charge!" Braun yelled, throwing a Molotov cocktail (made from rubbing alcohol) at the horde. "We have to buy her two minutes!"

Fionna stopped cleaning and then faced her. “Of course, anything!” Fionna said and smiled. “What is it that you need?” “I want to fake my death and make the world believe that the old owner of the Bar & Life is already dead,” Ginger said as she started executing the first step of her plan. “I need you to contact the media and tell them that breaking news.” “What? Why do you need to do that?” Fionna asked, curious about how Ginger’s mind works. “I’d like to make them believe that I am dead, start my new life with a new identity, and get closer to my enemies by applying to their stupid company,” Ginger explained, clutching her fists. “If you want to take your enemies down, make them closer to

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

Several mutated zombies in the front lines were manifesting abilities of their own, throwing up jagged shields of compacted earth, hurling bursts of wild fire, and splashing pressurized torrents of water to break the squad's lines. But these creatures were fundamentally weaker, entirely lacking the refined control and overwhelming output of Joanna's battle-hardened crew.

Z-Land is an adventure game where the story begins with an unknown creature that spread an epidemic that eventually caused people to become Zombies. I chose a hero from the ten characters available. I chose Sasha, a college student who is not afraid of death and is ready to kill at any time. Orphaned and with objectives to kill a million zombies in thirty days. Psychotic character. He is what I want. I was so engrossed in playing that I lost my nervousness. I'm busy killing Zombies again. Yuno is cool, remind me to go shopping with my husband. I like this! I was engrossed in killing the Zombie when the office door suddenly opened.

I didn't have time to explain everything over the phone. In the end, Emmett chose to believe me. "Alright. I'll buy them right now." After the zombie apocalypse descended on the world in my previous life, guns were hailed as the most important weapons when it came to fighting off the zombies. As a result, survivors often fought over them desperately throughout the apocalypse. Zombies couldn't feel pain at all, so normal attacks did nothing to halt them in their steps. Only by putting a bullet in their head could they be completely annihilated.