Zombie Man Novels & Stories

The next morning, the guards and chef were already awake before I was. I had barely finished washing up when I saw them standing in the main hall waiting for me. Judging from the looks on their faces, they had already seen what was happening outside. I turned toward the street beyond the one-way glass just in time to see a swarm of grotesque zombies roaming the roads. Some still vaguely resembled humans, but most were drenched in blood, their faces twisted into horrifying shapes. A few were so badly mutilated that their organs spilled out as they ran.

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

It was a flowered dress with spaghetti straps, in which he saw that she had a tiara on her head, marks and strange veins, they left them there, leaving her hallway. - See you in 4 hours. - The man said, leaving there, closing the door. He seemed to see that the zombie wasn't wearing anything underneath. - Let's see... - He scratched his head, couldn't a zombie be so sexy, doing nothing, but it was, hard and firm breasts. He took her to... - Let's shower. – He had a kit ready that the delivery man left, he had a manual for making the water cold, so, okay…

Time to do some discovery, starting with what I am, where I am, and maybe also who that old man from before was—not like it was important anyways. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the sight of the old man's corpse lying ojnthe ground filled me with disgust. ‘Okay let's try if this still works, not that I suppose it will,’ I thought to myself as I touched his wrist. Informations began flowing into my head on impact with his. Ones that stuck the most was the fact that this ugly man, was an alpha. Alpha Cassius of Ravenwood Pack. The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all.

There was something about him that made Jasper think that he just might be able to help him like once things settled down. If his information was correct, unlike the vampires and werewolves, the zombies weren’t sent from another dimension. They were humans whose humanity went bad. If Jasper was correct, zombiesm was caused by a virus of some type. If there was one thing that he was certain of it was that all viruses had a cure. He just needed time to find it.

The ground caved in, forming a jagged pit—and from its depths came a sound that made their blood run cold. It was wet, and hungry. Then— A hand shot out. Rotting fingers clawed at the edge, nails blackened and broken, dragging something up from the darkness. The first zombie pulled itself free. It was a tall man, broad-shouldered, dressed in torn remnants of what had once been fine clothing. A rusted sword hung loosely in his grip, yet his stance was unnervingly precise. Its body a mass of scars and bruises. His glowing blue eyes lifted—and locked onto the ground with precision.

The Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman walked over and glanced at Lucas, Scarlet, and Rayne. Although he did not know why a zombie was together with humans, he knew very well that the people before him would not be able to put up a match against him. The Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman was able to make out the fact that Rayne was a zombie. However, given his realm, he was unable to make out Rayne's realm.

He staggered back in shock. The man's body was half-rotten. He was neither human nor ghost. The stench was overwhelming. It was a horrifying sight. He was like a zombie straight out of a movie. However, Gideon had seen plenty. He quickly calmed down and said seriously, "Your wounds are too severe. If you don't get treated soon, you'll die out here." At that moment, the man grinned, baring white, jagged teeth. His face twisted as he laughed strangely.

to express his joy. After a while, Ava's resentment and Cheng's satisfaction ends when the girl shrieked in surprise. Her eyes never leave the picture of the apple green skin that covered some of her flesh. One of her feet and some of her fingers reveal a bare-bones view. "I am a zombie?" Her face twisted in confusion... [Even the name is “Z system” it's a written you will have an appearance of a zombie!"] Cheng palms his forehead in strain. Firmly believe that she is somewhat foolish in certain things just a little bit more talkative than her mother...

Both Ruth and I turned our heads at the same time. From the pile of zombies nearby, a blood-soaked figure crawled out with what little strength he had left. One of his arms was missing. It was Dan. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I had to admit, the guy was ridiculously tough. Falling straight into a swarm of zombies and still managing to survive?