روايات وقصص ضمن Zombie Mutants

[Juliet's POV] Deep into the night, I crouched on the city wall, handing energy crystals over like a machine. Alison waved her hand impatiently. "Hurry up. Quit dawdling. You're gonna drag everyone in this city down with you if you delay my progress with fortifying the walls." I remained silent as I handed another crystal to her. On the faint golden protective shield—visible only to me—the cracks spread wider and wider. All of a sudden, a ten-foot-tall mutant zombie thrust its arm right through the lightning and protective barrier. With an effortless slash with its sharp nails, it stumbled its way inside.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

His voice was shaking uncontrollably. "These monsters have been devouring too many survivors! Their strength has multiplied several times over! Everyone, be careful!" The entire base fell into chaos in an instant. The squad members scrambled to raise their weapons and engage the incoming tide of zombies. However, the Evolved were on another level entirely. One of them broke through the defensive line in a single motion. It locked its gaze onto Madeline, let out a guttural roar, and lunged straight at her. In that split second, something happened that made everyone freeze in disbelief.

The leg that used to limp looked strong now. "Daddy, don't say that. We're your babies." Yeah. They're my kids. Not monsters. Not monsters. It's the system. That's why they can talk. Even ready for it, I still flinched when Bubba spoke again. "We don't belong here." They were from thirty years in the future. The apocalypse had dragged on for decades. Zombies evolved first. Then the guardian pets leveled up after them. Some turned into power types. Some got crazy fast. Others unlocked special abilities.

I was nothing more than a surrogate they hired. Their original plan was to stress me out with a diet of high-cholesterol meat and the grief of losing loved ones, hoping I would die in an accident and they could inherit my dad's fortune and cash in on a fat insurance policy. However, when I jumped from the upstairs and ended up in a coma, only to wake up soon after, they panicked about being found out and crafted a fake reality around me, a true Truman Show. In the sterile quiet of the hospital room, the past year's nightmare played out again. They pumped me full of drugs that twisted reality, convincing me I was given a second chance at life.

Mira tried again, her voice steadying slightly, “what’s it like? You know, being a zombie? Or are you not technically a zombie? Maybe something else? Do you even eat people, or is that just a stereotype?” The creature didn’t move for several long moments. Then, slowly, it crouched down, bringing its face level with Mira’s. Mira froze, her breath hitching as the zombie’s dark, intelligent eyes bored into hers. It was unsettling—this close, she could see faint traces of what the woman had once been. High cheekbones, soft lips now cracked and dry, and hair that hung in brittle, tangled strands. “Okay,” Mira whispered, “this is getting a little too personal, Sally. Can you maybe step back a bit?

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

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!

my mom said upset as she sat beside me. I said nothing. I knew how she felt. It shows that Bazaar Wharr cares nothing about us instead of getting rid of the monsters. The werewolves had made him become heartless, for that was not how he was. He wasn't all perfect but none of us all didn't expect him to do something like this. "The day the werewolves came into our lives, our lives just keep getting worse," my mom began to cry. "It seems the only way we'll have peace from them unless we're dead."

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"