Zombie Man Novels & Stories

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

He raised the weapon higher, but Zane just laughed. "You should have killed me when you had the chance, brother," Zane said. "Now you are going to watch everything you have tried to protect fall apart." Strange noises came from below the basement. Scratching. Growling. The kind of sounds I had learned to recognize over the past year. My blood ran cold. Something jumped out from the opening. Tom and I both stepped back. The creature landed on the floor between us and Zane, and I saw it clearly. Grey skin. White eyes. Blue veins pulsing beneath its flesh. A virus infected person.

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

The dark-haired man approaches him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You must be hungry. Feast, my child," he says as he opens another cell door. The young man, almost as if possessed, lunges into the cage, pouncing on one of the people. He pins the person down and, goes straight for the throat, he rips it out and, feasts upon the blood. Muffled voices cry out around me as the young man kills every living being in that cell. Blood soaks the ground, filling the room with a metallic smell.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

Zombie marched forward, pointedly ignoring the other Mandrill Monkeys with eyes trained on the old lady. Shoving her hand to her. “Hi. The name is Zombie. The head of the recruiter. My eyes can discern useful people with just a glance. I can see your unbloom talent.” Linda hesitantly took the hand. Zombie’s attitude was quite repulsive to her eyes, yet she said nothing and only smiled business-like. They shook hands as Linda swallowed her saliva. The aura carried by this Zombie lady was so extreme. As extreme as the other seven.

Their skin is marked with visible tattoos, and I recognize them from my lessons with Clay: they bear Zombie’s mark. The man at the front must be Zombie himself. He bears a striking resemblance to Adis, with high cheekbones, perfectly sculpted lips, and eyes that shimmer like green-blue galaxies. But his hair is longer, stark white, and his skin is much paler. Towering over the others, he carries himself with a regal air, as though he owns the ground he walks on.

“I’ll be damned if I’m taken naked again.” She couldn’t explain why she found his comment amusing, but she did. He gave her an odd look at the sound of her faint giggle, but said nothing as he quickly pulled on his clothes. They’d just finished pulling on their boots when a zombie -who had once been a male human- burst out of the brush. For a zombie, its speed was fairly quick, which led them to believe that it was advanced. It completely ignored them as it headed for the deer.

Where was everyone? My eyes went back to the scrawny looking man with skin as pale as if kissed by death but it had. According to all those novels, vampires were dead people walking, right? Then why don't we just call them zombies? Zombies eat brains, oohh yeah. The man was wearing a ripped black t-shirt and black long skinny jeans, looking bored, his phone in hand chatting or whatever he was doing. Was he the king? The question was stupid even in my mind because there was no way that man-child was the king. His face snapped up, a scowl gracing his face.

The man is bending forward with his head in a strange position that would hurt any average person's neck, and even though we are standing there staring at him, he doesn't seem to have noticed us. He uses his nose instead of his light, almost white eyes, trying to smell the air, and as he turns and locks his head on us, I feel that my knees are already shaking like Jell-O. I might be tough around people, fearless according to some, but the infected creeps me out! "Is that... Is that a zombie?" I whisper to Amelia, who suppresses a scream when the man screeches at us. The zombie is taller than us both, taller than I would have imagined. It would take excellent skills to murder the monstrous cr