Zombie Man Novels & Stories

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

Boss complete Man sentence. Jonathan let out a low chuckle. "Well then Type will be pleased to know that his big sister will never leave this world. And don't worry your Queen will be not devasted because of me. We see now family Boss so you really need to believe me" Man took a step back in surprise. "You would make her into a vampire—"

Darren said shakily. Pip leaped onto the old man's shoulder before giggling as he stared at Darren and the others. When the old man waved his triangular flag, Roy and the other zombies roared menacingly, but the sound was more akin to ghosts howling in the wind. The zombies continued to stare at them with hollow eyes, their murderous looks on their faces intensifying. Cassian tightened his grip around the scalpel, his eyes still fixed on the old man in black. "Just who are you?"

Placing a knock on the huge door there was a response from inside the house, and instantaneously, the door fell opened. A bulky man who looked like he was in his late forties stood by the door with a poker face as he stared at Damien. "And what is a zombie doing at my doorstep?" He asked, now adorning a smug smile. "I'm here to seek for someone," Damien said, ignoring the mans statement about him being a zombie. "Is there anyone who bears the name Gabriel?" "Why do you want to know?" The bulky man asked instantly with a scary frown on his face.

"Puff!" The horrible claws pierced through Manniu's arm and then grabbed his chest, leaving a large piece of flesh on it, revealing its beating heart. The next second! Manniu was sent flying backward and fell to the ground. He vomited blood and his face turned pale. He had completely lost his combat capability. At the same time! With a ferocious look on his face, the zombie put the piece of meat from Manniu into its mouth and chewed it. Drops of blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. It looked extremely horrible and creepy.

We both went still when we sensed his presence behind me… in front of Lucas. Swiftly spinning on my heels, I faced the human who looked exactly like the one we had in the dungeons. It was yet another man. “What the fuck is this thing?” Lucas cursed out in disbelief. “Shush!” I quietened him down but it was too late. The zombie’s head angled towards us, having heard or sensed us. This one could be different from the other one. His lips curled up as he growled fiercely at us. He was furious or thirsty… for our blood.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

One of them hurriedly put his hands on the ground and aimed the giant cannon on his shoulder at the zombie. Boom, bang! A pulse mixed with an electric current shattered the zombie's right forearm and the gravel stopped instantly. “Damn it, I missed the mark.” The pulse cannon on the man's shoulder gathered energy again, aiming at the zombie’s head. A bat came out from his blind spot and flew to the man's neck, chomping away. Feeling the pain in his neck, the man’s body tilted, and the cannon on his shoulder hit the stone pillar next to him.

I tried to shout but my efforts were rendered useless by the piece of clothing used to gag me. The bulry man rubbed his bald head with his palm. His long black beard made him look like a young version of Santa Claus. Licking his smoky black lips, he watched as I wriggled on the chair, and then spun around and plodded out of my sight. I let my eyes dart around the forlorn room. Dirt motes floated through the pale light that came from the florescent bulb that hung in the room. The floor boards were rough and covered with dusts, debris of furnitures, cigar butts and empty bottles clustered the floor. The air was impregnated with filthy odours. Suddenly it struck me like lighting:

Eliza screamed, her legs going weak. I whipped toward the source of the sound. On top of an abandoned water tower not far away, the man who'd begged for a detonator earlier was standing there, wildly hammering an oil drum with an iron rod. "I was planning to scam a detonator and blow open a vault. Since you wouldn't give me one and got my brothers starved to death on the road, none of you get to live! I'll drag in a zombie horde and send you all to hell with me!"