Zombie Mga Nobela at Kwento

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

“Finally,” an unfamiliar deep voice said. I move my head sideways and tried to open my eyes. The back of my head still hurts but I now have a clearer vision and consciousness. “She is an Ambrose,” that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form.

She went down with dead gasps and a seizure that had caught her legs. From the trashcan, she stumbled to the ground. The roads were silent, everyone else was indoors and she had come out for only a moment. It was her birthday, she died on her birthday. Who would have thought? And then she garnered enough strength to look back up to reveal the most horrifying sight one could behold. A cluster of flies and worms on her decaying face as she smothered to the ground, this time, never getting up again. She didn't die on her birthday. She'd been dead for awhile now—

"Because every time I think of my past life, of how you pushed me into the zombie horde, I feel that this child shouldn't exist." Hans's face turned ashen as he collapsed to the ground. Winnie suddenly sprang to her feet, her rotting fingers grabbing at the camera. "You b*tch! You'll die a horrible death!" Her eyes had turned a cloudy grayish-white, and black phlegm dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Alert! Level 2 Infected!" The automatic defense system activated instantly, and high-voltage current pierced through the iron gate. Winnie let out a horrific scream, her body convulsing violently as she collapsed.

instead of biting it swipes Jestino using its claw!! *SHIK!* *bag!* the attack of this zombie is too strong and makes Jestino fly and slam at the wall!! this zombie is not a regular zombie, its attack pattern is different and its attack power was too strong! there is 5 large bloody mark of claw on Jestino's chest area !! "that looks not really good!!!"- Raymart "Raymart( aka Dugong) get Jr! we're going to retreat!!"- Jimboy

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.

she said as Eric sighed. "I see that you do not understand anything. Oscar, Freddy, Raven, the evil nurse, and the rest of them out there are not zombies" "Then what are they? Cohorts to the Master?" She inquired as he shook his head sideways. "They are the Advanced Z" "Advanced Z?" She asked. "Yes. Advanced Z. There are three types of Zombies. The zombies, Failed Experiments and the Advanced Z" he spoke as she listened to him attentively while he explained.

It was like she was perpetually stuck in the graveyard! In her panic, Sally bumped into what looked like a figure of a man. The force of the bump made her fall on her back. The figure lurched towards her. Sally thought it was one of her neighbors on his way home... but it wasn't. What stood before Sally was not human. It was a zombie, an undead being with leathery skin and a missing eye. Sally screamed. The zombie moaned.

, but no words came out. The look of horror on his face remained unchanged. With an exasperated sigh, the girl twisted her neck around to look behind her. She screamed as a pair of rotting hands yanked her from the back of the truck. Vincent scrabbled backward across the metal truck bed, away from the gruesome monster that had grabbed his girlfriend. The thing’s face was a mass of sores and scabs, and its eyes bulged unnaturally out of an emaciated skull. One word formed in Vince’s brain as the creature’s teeth tore into the girl’s shoulder—zombie! Before he could process anything more, strong hands pulled him over the other side of the truck. An equally horri

Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.