Zombie Mutants Novels & Stories

Todd didn't want that. "Back to the report, please" Todd heaved a sigh of relief as Karl opened back the notes. "So, what is going to happen to the bitten" Karl sought answers again. "Have you ever watched a zombie movie?" Todd tried explaining in the easiest way he thought Karl would understand. "Are you saying they will become zombies?" Karl asked excitingly. "Yeah, more like that" Todd hoped he had satisfied him. "How are we going to know you are not lying" Karl asked ridiculously. Todd was maddened.

It was the government’s idea—even if the people wanted to raise some scruples; they had no right when it was the government who’s protecting them from death. 6 months after the break-out of the virus, the plants and animals also mutated. Either having abilities or becoming a monster similar to zombies. Though rare, it was still not a good thing for people—especially mutated animals. A certain base fell because of an attack by Bird Zombies, while some mercenaries told the government that they encountered Cat Zombies, which killed a lot of their members with its agile movements and sharp claws.

There was a time when the sight of her lovely honey-coloured eyes left me weak in the knees, now I want to claw them out of her skull with my bare hands. “I didn't think you'd come,” I say. “Why didn't you tell me you're here?” “I wanted to make sure your little side bitch really left.” “I’m sure she did.” Harriet nods. “And you are truly alone?” “You know I am. Are you?” “I’m not that stupid, Jericho. The last thing you said to me was that you wanted to die so you’d be free of me.” She raises her arms and four mutants come lumbering out of the swamp, walking straight in our direction. Their eyes are white, sightless, and their skin is greying. “Zombies?” I ask. “Really?”

Jay said the moment he opened his eyes. “I am so sorry, Jay. I must have accidentally said Room number 38 instead of Room number 83.” Ron said, trying to cover up his ruse. “I just had the scare of my life. What are they anyway?” “They are mutants…” “Mutants? How is that even possible, Ron? All the animals have become extinct from the earth, right. How can we make mutants when we don’t have animals to base our research on?

Logan said. "What did you mean by that?" Mrs Collins asked him while Henry and Don were just looking like someone that is lost in thought. "My Dad was the one that created the zombie virus and in the process of creating another vaccine that can make him and his group reluctant to zombie, they group a dangerous virus and injected themselves not knowing that the second vaccine is not what they want but what will turn them to monsters." "What the fuck!" Don said with his eyes wide opened. "I knew about all this when everything is too late, so anyone you see outside that is reluctant to the zombies he or she is from the group," Logan said again.

By now, they had a clear classification system for zombies. Ordinary zombies didn't need mentioning. Level one mutants showed obvious boosts in speed and strength. Level two zombies often had special traits. Some had extreme strength, some incredible speed, others extremely tough skin, and a few even showed special abilities. Level three and above mutants were extremely rare. They had cleared two districts of Aecraton and barely encountered any mutated zombies. Level two mutants were still uncommon overall, but the moment Hayley's group entered Brookville's territory, they started seeing them. Whether it was a coincidence or not was unclear.

"I was scared Eva! Everyone was going crazy! I made a mistake, a mistake!. Look at us now! We found each other in this nightmare! It's a sign! We are supposed to be ! I can help you run this place! I can protect you!" "Protect me?" I asked, my voice rising to show the scorn inside my chest. I leaned closer to the glass, my eyes narrowing as I looked at his form. "You can not even protect yourself from three low-tier monsters. Look behind you, Marcus." Marcus stiffened, his face turning pale. At the end of the block the three mutated zombies let out a roar. Their arms scraped against the walls as they sprinted forward, their jaws snapping wildly as their dead eyes locked onto Marcus. They wer

Only three days into the apocalypse, and the zombies had already started mutating. The mastiff, unable to attack, was instantly killed. More people were bitten, more zombies appeared. The mutated ones were faster, smarter, and now headed straight for Dominic and Vicky. "Ahhh! What do we do? Go, all of you!" Vicky let go of the leashes. The other two mastiffs charged—but were soon surrounded and slaughtered. The humans who had been outside retreated upstairs. With no targets left, the zombies' noses twitched, scenting my direction.

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

Not only were the ones on the walls blown backward, even the towering pile of bodies beneath them began swaying violently, on the verge of collapse. For the first time since the attack began, I finally had a moment to breathe. I looked up sharply, trying to see what had just flown overhead. A rescue aircraft? But the moment I saw it clearly, a chill crawled down my spine. It was a mutated zombie bird. So, animals could be infected too. And somehow, I was only realizing it now. The creature beat its massive wings before suddenly diving downward. I immediately raised my gun toward it, only to realize its flight path wasn’t aimed at us at all.