Zombie Man Novels & Stories

Liam and Bradon talked for a while about crystal nuclei, and when they saw that they didn't get an answer, they put it off. Not long after they settled down for a bit, after they took a rest, a distant sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the mall. This caught Liam's and Brandon's attention. Liam immediately frowned because of the noise, and when he turned his eyes, a man came sprinting towards them, fear etched across his face. Behind that man, seven mindless zombies staggered, drawn by the sounds of footsteps and the scent of fresh prey.

Olivia would need to get used to seeing blood; she would be seeing a lot more of it. “Are you fucking insane?!”, she screamed at me. I guessed she did have some right to scream. Her dress was very beautiful. Jade knew how to get the job done, if only she did not betray the Brewers, the Mafia, she would have been fine by now. But there she was one on the ground, lifeless, blood oozing out of her head.

the pilot shouted over the noise, pointing down. Rachel pressed her face against the window, her breath fogging the glass. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight below: two figures locked in what could only be described as a battle of wills. The first, a tall, commanding young man, exuded a dark aura, his outstretched arms seemingly manipulating the swarming mass of zombies around him. The second, a younger man, stood his ground, his golden-hued eyes glowing with defiance as the horde seemed to hesitate under his influence.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

He made a grabbing motion, and a powerful force dragged the robed man toward him. The man knew he met his match. Out of desperation, he shouted and repeated the same seal and bell-ringing motions. The ground kept cracking open, and several zombies climbed out from the cracks. Those zombies quickly crawled their way toward Wilbur. Those devotees were all stuck in a daze as they watched their 'Master' summoning zombies. Booker and his thugs were scared witless. Their legs gave way and all of them slumped to the ground, unable to move a single step.

Amber saw a complete look of dread come over Carlos’ face, but she could see how her boyfriend was trying to keep his expression subdued. “I already told you. A Boneseeker Man is an ugly motherf*cker,” Carlos said with his limited vocabulary. “The one that killed my baby girl looked like a zombie with these f*cking crab legs coming out of his body. He got a big ass head, too. It looks like his skull is pumped with helium.” Carlos growled out his words. Amber tried not to imagine what her boyfriend was telling her, but her mind couldn’t help it. She pieced together the image of a zombie with a gigantic head and the legs of an arachnid.

I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously. "Darling, open up!" It was the voice of the male neighbor of the villa across from us. I peeked out through the crack in the window. The neighbor had blood stains all over his clothes. There was even a deep wound on his leg, which showed faint glimpses of his bones. Obviously, the man was already infected with the virus. He'd soon turn into a zombie. "Don't open the door!" I shouted instantly in an attempt to stop the neighbor's wife. Unfortunately, I was too late.

the man must have thought he had won. It seemed he had really won. Grace had yet not said anything for a long time. "Call Mayor Mount" he commanded Raymond. "Phone is in the car" Raymond winced. Grace dipped her hand into her pocket and brought out a vial. It had been long since Raymond saw one of these. Grace ingested it. The next part was not what he always liked. He looked away. Grace would transform into a zombie with a lot of pains. "Three minutes" the man said over the megaphone again. It seemed he was getting impatient.

Either way, I fell hard for him, even if he scared me. When I was sixteen, everything changed. The entire world changed because we realized we weren’t alone. I’m not talking about aliens. Nope, crazy as it sounds, I’m talking about Zombies. Not the slow, dumb kind. It turns out zombies are fast, strong, intelligent, and vicious. Not only do they eat brains, but they will eat human flesh if brains are available. We didn’t get zombies from a virus, a vaccine, or any of the normal things in the books, movies, or TV shows. It turns out zombies come from a mutated human gene that activates after death. This mutated gene is inherited by one's father if he carries the mutation.

Brie watched as Mr Anderson's silhouette hovered by the window, bending over and vomiting violently on their porch. After a long second of watching him, she realized he was just like the others. He was insane, thirsty for blood. He may be a feeble man, but if this virus got anywhere near them it would be game over. He stood, staggering towards the window that led to their living room. He stepped back, and then Brie gasped as she saw him lunge forward. "Get back in the basement!" She yelled, pushing Melissa forward and watching as Mr Anderson dived into the window with all his might.