Novelas y relatos de Zombie

The memory of that night is seared into her mind, a haunting reminder of how quickly happiness can turn to despair. The evening began like any other. The sky was a deep indigo, the stars twinkling overhead as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Aqua and her parents were gathered in their cozy living room, the fireplace crackling warmly. Zara was reading a story aloud, her soothing voice weaving magic into the air, while Milak playfully tussled Aqua's hair, making her giggle.

Yet, even with its head gone and its chest riddled with holes, it still continued to attack. "This thing isn’t dying, sir!" Strider grabbed the zombie's sword and split it in half. He then took a few steps back to put some distance between himself and the creature. Seeing this, Adrian frowned and said, "There are worms inside their bodies, and I think the worms are what’s controlling them. Our only way to stop them is to crush them until there's nothing left!" "Yes, sir!" Strider leaped into the air and formed a ball of light around his fist before attacking the zombie again.

Aiden’s fury carried a great suppression, and if the zombies were alive, they would have cowered before the rage of the prince of their tribe. Alas, they were cold corpses that had been forced to live a little longer due to the whims of an insatiable beast. The eyes of the zombie closest to Aiden were as dull as a man whose consciousness had been robbed from him, but his movements were not so. Lifting up the giant club that matched the large battle axe, the zombie protected its trunk, and a loud sound reverberated throughout the entire cave when the axe struck the club.

I sat by the window waiting for dinner, absentmindedly gazing outside. Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the zombie bird attempting to fly through the acid rain. Its feathers had already been badly corroded, falling away in ragged patches. Large sections of skin were exposed, and one of its eyes had melted away entirely. And yet it still stubbornly swooped down toward my abandoned vegetable garden, pecking frantically through the ruined soil as if searching for something.

We watched as flames engulfed the corpses, instantly warming us. “Who were they?” I asked. “One of our enemies, the Bois Sombre Pack. But they’ve grown really weak. I know it didn’t seem it, but four of them should’ve been able to easily overpower us.” He shook his head. “I probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation, but fuck them.” He turned and threw his arms around me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “Why are they weak?” I asked.

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.

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

A distortion flickered, and the zombie vanished. It was gone. All that remained was the trembling wire in front of them. "Boss… What was that?" "A level six mental-variant zombie," Hayley said. A spark lit in her eyes. So it knew how to hide itself and strike from the shadows.