Zombie Lollipop Chainsaw Novels & Stories

Owls fluttered across branches, squirrels scurried along the moss-ridden ground, and there in the distance, three bright white fireflies hung in the air above two glowing amber friends. I froze. White neon firefly? I looked back to where I had seen them only to see nothing. ‘I saw it too.’ Cole said, his tone laced with something akin to excitement. ‘You remember what Nicolai said, we kill on sight.’ Damien reminded us. ‘Fuck that. I’m going after it. Take Nicolai in, I’ll watch our rear.’ Cole said determinately as he slunk away into the trees. “Would you mind accompanying me?” Nicolai said at my right, pulling me out of my half-shocked state.

The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice. “And who do we have here?” she spoke in a dry husky voice. A warning bell sounded inside the zombie. A loud one. His instincts were much stronger than those of a human being. However, they worked too late. Livia turned her wheelchair around and stretched out a crooked wrist like a chicken claw. At the same moment, the Dark was roused, heading towards the undead in a death-dealing wave. Zomzom twitched in a fit of horror, but he couldn’t move. His limbs froze. He felt as if he’d turned into a puppet. A doll with only his eyes alive.

- Art and in a matter of second the drum water become acidic and the 2 Big Rats are struggling to go out but we are at the lid and not letting them getaway *SSQQQQUEEEKK!!!* during the struggle of the Rats, Jimboy immediately rush to the zombie earlier due to it was moving already! luckily he killed it again and loot the body he did the looting also to the slain Rat and surprisingly the Big Rat also has a Dark Crystal the 2 Big Rat stop squeaking already and Papa already loot them but *TUG TUG TUG* TUG* *TUG!*

I awoke with a banging headache. Part of me hoped it was all just a very vivid nightmare. I went to sit up and felt something hard and cold around my ankle. I blinked a few times with my eyes adjusting to the dimmed light. I looked around and saw a window high on the wall behind me, it was already night outside. I was on a bed and my ankle was chained. I tugged at the chain on the bed, but it didn’t budge. I tugged my ankle against it but there was no use, it was a heavy-duty metal cuff. I looked around and saw a door on the wall in front of me with a small window in. I climbed gingerly off the bed and tried to reach the door, but the chain stopped me. I tried to pull the bed closer to the

she finished. "Can we get this done? We will have time to debate the reason behind this later." I said, and she nodded. She stood beside Zane´s bed and held his hand. I stood on the other side and held his other hand. "Ready?" I said, and she nodded. I extended my free hand to hold hers, and we created a three-link chain. As a vampire, Zane must have a good amount of darkness, but the only thing I could see around was light. It was something foreign that was poisoning him from within.

Calvin hadn't bothered to change the combination, so it remained at factory default: 0000. I turned the lock combination and heard a click. The lock opened. The silicone doll sat quietly inside the cabinet, wearing her usual smirk. I pulled out a small, silver device from the pocket of my pajamas. I'd fished it out of Dorothy's backpack during the day while she was in the bathroom. At the time, she'd left her backpack on the living room couch. She hadn't even bothered to zip it up. I'd pretended to look for a charging cable and reached into the backpack, only to find the device that was barely bigger than a thumb drive.

Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies. Just as one of them lunged forward, about to bite through Dan’s neck, I stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee, calmly looking down at the scene below. “Ruth,” I said lightly, “they’re too loud.” From the shadows behind me, Ruth stepped forward and simply glanced down at the yard. “Boom!” In an instant, the zombies were crushed flat against the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity. The sound of bones shattering rang out, and a moment later, they were all reduced to pulp.

CRACK! The heavy wood connected squarely with the side of the monster’s head. The force of the impact jarred my shoulders, sending a painful shockwave up my arms. The zombie’s skull caved in with a sickening crunch. It stumbled sideways, but it didn't fall; it merely hissed, blindly swiping a clawed hand that raked against the thick tape on my forearm. I gasped, stumbling backward, but I didn't drop the weapon. I raised the bat high above my head and brought it down like a hammer directly onto the crown of its skull.

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

Moonlight illuminated his bulk, glinting on his pointy fangs. “You've made your choice to die,” he huffed, the corner of his lips curving into a sardonic smile. He clamped a hand on a chain saw being extended out towards him — the blurred movement almost at normal speed to my enhanced, super vision — pressed down hard on the power on button and jumped on the car. The metal protested under his huge weight, but went batshit hysterical when he brought the chainsaw down on the glass. It cracked — a wide, beautiful spider web — but didn't break all the way immediately. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Ferrara must've had it reinforced.