Zombie Humans Novels & Stories

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

"Zombies? Don't insult this disaster with such a cheap comparison." Zombies could be fought with guns, fire, steel, and human ingenuity. But this? This was nature's wrath. Against the cosmos itself, humans were no more than fragile insects, doomed before they even realized it. These people had no idea the horror they were truly facing. Meanwhile, Vincent strutted through the chat. "Don't worry about it! I've got money. I'll spend it however I like. If you want to sell, DM me. If not, forget it."

A typical zombie—unlike humans—can survive months without eating but they will start to rot and decay. Georgia's team dedicated themselves to finding the cure that could turn them back to humans, but after six months, they have yet to find the cure. They pretty much have done everything at this point. They have cut them, observed their organs, studied their blood, flesh and saliva. But there is one thing they have yet to study—and it's their sperm.

War with the human race, and with the other vampire races, would soon be his to wage. As Kyle continued downtown, now over Harlem, he dipped closer to the ground, using his vampire vision to zoom in on the details below. He grinned wider. His spreading of the Bubonic Plague has really worked. Pandemonium and chaos ruled. Those pathetic little humans were scrambling every which way, racing their cars the wrong way down one-way streets, arguing with each other, looting stores. He could see that most humans were covered in the horrible sores indicative of the plague. He could also see the corpses, already piled high on nearly every street corner. It was Armageddon down there. And nothing made h

I stood, gasping as I watched him struggle to climb up the mountain with the passed out Nixton and a hundred monsters behind him. "Guys a little help" Gold said breathlessly and I blinked and rushed up to them. kelvin brought out his hand to lift him up and Lex held onto Gold's right hand. "Nixon!" Camila cried, running towards Gold and helped putting Nixton down. "Thanks for saving him" she whispered to Gold and he nodded. "Hope those dead fucker's won't be able to get up." I spat looking down at them struggling to climb the closet stones. "They are called zombie-the living dead. They feel no pain and when they bite, they transfer a virus which goes through your brain and turn you into one

Suddenly, more than 20 Level 1 Zombies charged forth. The humans in the small town were all ordinary people. At the very least, Lucas had not encountered any Genetic Fighters yet. To any ordinary person, zombies were a scary existence. "Awoo! Awoo!* There were humans continuously transforming into zombies, and the sight of it was unbearable. Subsequently, a group of human Genetic Fighters appeared before Lucas. Those human Genetic Fighters were all Awakened Ones. It had been quite a long time since Lucas had met an Awakened One.

The Golden Human stood in front of him, blocking more than a dozen frenzied five-order white-haired zombies. At the same time, the Iron Earth Ax pierced through the zombie horde, like cutting scrap wood, the ax blossomed, killing all of the first years of the year, and the fourth level white fox. At this time, the golden bug also killed a few, but because the late fifth-order bugger attacked it a little, but how long was it attacked by these zombies, just using the strong defense of the bug. Golden human, not compared with human race cultivator, as long as the spiritual stone is not destroyed, the level 5 white-haired zombie will not have a serious effect on its attack.

Another, a woman named Sarah, lay face down in a congealing pool of maroon, the deep, brutal gashes in her back speaking of an axe or a machete. No zombie did this. The thought was a cold, hard certainty in my mind. Zombies don’t use firearms. They don’t clean out supply lockers. They don’t kill with such precise, ruthless efficiency. This was the work of humans. Humans with guns, and blades, and a clear, terrible purpose.

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.