Zombie Humans Novels & Stories

“We don’t know, Nestie, but it did take several days before the woman regained some color in her cheeks and was strong enough to move about.” “Around the same time, dogs were heard howling at night and the animals looked agitated. One night after another, animals were dying mysteriously. There were no signs of injury in the animals except for deep puncture wounds at their neck and they were all drained of blood,” Celie’s eyes widened and she revealed her teeth to Nestie. “Ooh! Scary!” said Nestie. “What about your grand aunt’s ghost though?”

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

Lia shrieked, her eyes wide with terror, gripping her rusted iron pipe tightly. Bima felt his skin crawl. These weren't ordinary zombies. Their bodies were bloated, their skin glistening like burnt candy, and their teeth… their teeth looked larger, sharper, and stained with horrific caramel residue. They moved slowly, but the hungry gaze in their eyes was locked onto Bima, Riska, and Lia. Or, more accurately, onto the Indomie Super Nutripower they were carrying. [Warning! 'Sucrose Zombie' (Horde) detected! They are triggered by the 'Mass Carbohydrate Destruction Protocol' and are targeting high-energy carbohydrate sources!]

“Like fuck it is. At least not on your own.” I shot him a grin. “Fine, old man. Let’s see how many you get this time, when it’s an even playing field.” “More than you, guaranteed, pipsqueak.” I ignored that. I’d prove him wrong…and besides, we had a line of zombies bearing down on us, dozens of them, moaning and dragging their half-rotted feet along through the snow, their jaws wide and full of filthy teeth. The sun broke the horizon, gilding bare, maggoty scalps and showing details that I — yeah, I could’ve lived forever without seeing some of what I was seeing.

The zombie fought her way along the shaft of the spear, seeking to reach them, at first flailing and then gripping the pole and dragging herself forward, leaving a foul slick behind her as she gnashed her teeth at them. One of the Mer said something in a tone that Lyric knew contained swear words. “A zombie,” she replied. “This is what happens to humans who are exposed to too much of the polluted water.” “Why?” The female Mer was appalled. “Why would they do this to themselves? No, never mind,” she dismissed the answer. “We need to secure this… person,” she used the word dubiously. “And examine them closer. Bring restraints,” she said to one of the other Mer. “Quickly.”

But now they were petrifying. I, even as a grown up woman shook to my bones . All of a sudden I bacame the small kid standing all alone in the cold cellar, frozen on the spot, everything so dark that I could barely see, sitting there on the cold floor sobbing because I knew there was no point in screaming my lungs out.

"No! I wanna be a human!" I shouted. "What's so great about being a human? Do they have power? Do they have strength? If you embrace me,together we can conquer the whole world! We can rule over them!Not every half-breeds get the chance. They have to live like a pest their whole life as you were living like one the whole time! They have to wait for the full moon only to set their wolves free! Isn't it pathetic enough! Do you wanna go back to your pathetic life?"

he said and hurried around the side of the house. “It’s a long story,” Rhett told Connery. “But there’s a virus that turns humans into zombies. Whilst they’re alive, vampire blood is a cure – but not all vampire blood. If they die, well…” He looked towards the side of the house. “If werewolves get bitten, we get sick. Vampire blood cures us too.” “And these zombies are just… walking around?” Connery arched an eyebrow. “Sort of,” Cameron admitted. “We had thought that Leighton had most of them though he hasn’t been able to get a full head count without getting to the cave where he was keeping them.”

"Are you gonna attack us or what? I'm dyin' of old age over here!" Rolling my eyes at his impatience, I shuffle forward slowly, trying to simulate the awkward gait of a zombie. The newer ones move much faster and can easily keep pace with a human since they don't get tired, but the older ones just shuffle along like mindless drones, incapable of thought or coordinated movement.

Hayley's guess was completely right. As soon as they reached the transfer hall at the top of the stairs, they could sense dark shapes moving along the western corridor. Through countless battles between humans and zombies, several key zombie behaviors had become clear. Zombies mainly hunted humans through smell and sound. Their cloudy, cataract-like eyes couldn't actually see people at all. That conclusion came from Ruby's research. The zombie-blocking spray she developed was based on this exact weakness. If zombies really could see, they wouldn't just stand there and let humans escape.