Zombie Man Novels & Stories

MORNING After apologizing to Beth for entering the woods Jason went to school as usual however his mind was in complete dismay (Werewolves exists, I got bit by one... So I'm a werewolf too... What other magical creatures exist in this messed up world?) Jason thought to himself. "Mr Snow! Can you or can't you solve this equation?" The Math teacher Mr Henson asked the distracted boy. "Oh... Yeah sorry" the boy wakes up from his daze and went straight to the board to solve the math problem while his classmates laughed. After math class a male student approached his desk "Glad to see another guy that can't stay awake through Henson's lesson" the boy said, he had black hair and freckles, he wore

The zombies kept falling down! At this time, in the second floor, a continuous stream of zombies had surrounded Manfred. They all stooped and opened their big bloody mouths, and all kinds of rotten liquid flowed out of their mouths. Manfred closed his eyes and felt that the zombies were approaching. He could even feel that the zombies' hands had touched him. However, he was still calm. "It's just a death. What's there to feel regret and unwillingness about?" "Bang.” Almost at this moment, Manfred suddenly heard several muffled sounds in his ear, and he could feel an extremely strong pressure on his face.

He just stood there and didn't even move or shout. Zhou Tian pulled out the dagger and looked at it. There was no blood on the dagger, as if there was no blood in the old man's body. Zhou Tian's brain buzzed as he thought to himself, "This is bad." "Young Master, be careful!" Wu Jiu on one side had already seen that the other party was very powerful. He shouted and came to the front of Zhou Tian, kicking the old zombie. Yes, it was indeed a zombie who could understand human language.

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

He was crawling for his life. Right in front of him was a zombie that had to be at least 70 years old. It only had half a torso left, and it was growling as it gnawed after him. The man didn't attack at all. He only kept retreating. From inside, someone shouted. "Just kill it already! That zombie is easy to take down!" "N-No! I can't do it!" "You useless idiot!" the voice snapped. A second man burst out from the hallway. He carried a huge hiking pack and looked completely disgusted.

"Chloe is infected. So is Mrs. Carson. I don't know how many others are. We can't let them know we know, not until we figure out what we're dealing with." She stood and walked to the window, pretending to adjust the curtains. "From now on, we're allies. But remember, in front of anyone else, we act normal. If they find out, we're dead." I nodded, feeling a sliver of hope for the first time. I wasn't alone in this. But a new, terrifying thought crept in. We knew about Mrs. Carson and Chloe. But who else? A wave of despair washed over me. In this manor, anyone could be the enemy. How could we possibly figure out who was still human and who was now a puppet for those horrifying parasites?

I had hidden the bug I planted at Zac's place on the fourteenth floor after I removed it, destroying it before boarding a flight to return to my old home. It was dilapidated with weeds growing all around it, while the walls were lined with cobwebs. Three black-and-white photos, featuring an elderly man, an elderly woman, and a young woman, were hung on the center wall. She was twenty-five when she died, her beauty clear even in black-and-white. I cleaned everything, including the photos, and felt a huge load off my shoulders. And I smiled—the first earnest smile I had since I stabbed that crystal quartz into Zac's neck.

“You’re sure we can’t do this without, Father?” “We can, but it will take longer. I don’t think we have time. Look over there.” A hunched over, emaciated vampire skulks out of the shadows. He’s naked, his skin an unpleasant greenish colour, we can hear his moaning and groaning, the grumbling of his stomach, the stink of his rotting corpse. He’s practically a zombie. As we watch, he grabs one of the humans and sinks his fangs into the woman’s neck. When he’s done with her, he drops her and moves on to find another one. “What is wrong with it?” Luban asks.

No sooner than I had let go of the doorknob, an older man came out of one of the adjacent rooms. I gasped as our eyes made contact with one another. Isabella had mentioned the names of all the vampires in the home, and I had met everyone except Martin and Amber. Well, I'd met Amber, but I wouldn't call our brief gathering where she sucked the blood from my finger an official meeting. "Hi,” I decided to approach. “You must be Martin?" My muscles clenched as I stared at how huge the man was. His arms looked like he'd been working out with Arnold Schwarzenegger. While he didn’t have any hair on his head, his long black beard was as dark as night.

I said, shaking my head. No sooner than, I said that the door swung open, and it sounded like he was peeling a banana, Me and Lennox gagged. “Well hello my dear, the doctor is waiting for you, come this way please.” The man said, turning leaving the nasty door open. “I know you fucking lying. Lennox what the hell is this place. Did you see that man, what the fuck is he a zombie?” I asked, backing even further away from the door. “He’s human.” Lennox answered frowning at me. “A human what? Because it sure ain’t human being. His head is just a skull with skin on it. Why is he sweating when I can feel the A/c from here and why the fuck is the six teeth he got in his mouth green? I don’t give a