Zombie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"There's not enough!" Bobby frowned and looked up just as Ursula cursed and slammed her hand on the counter. It had only been a couple of hours since the attack on Johnny. The air still still tasted of his life essence. It danced on the tip of Bobby's tongue, teasing their taste buds and appetite. It was like walking into a kitchen after a roast chicken had been cooked in the oven or bacon had sizzled in a pan on the cooker. The actual temptation was gone but the remnants still lingered in the air to tease anyone who hadn't been around to savour the goods. For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to pr

But it’ll be good adding that to their weapons. “Well the first unfortunate guy just had soda injected into him. When soda makes contact with water it foams up. Just like dropping a mint into soda”. The little bottle had mint properties and when it was injected into the body and made contact with the water in the lungs and foamed up until he couldn’t breathe and eventually died.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

The wooden floorboards violently splintered as a massive, hideously deformed Level 4 zombie crashed upward into the laundromat. It possessed savage strength, its muscles bulging beneath frostbitten skin as it let out a deafening, guttural roar. Immediately behind it, a swarm of twelve giant mutated rats—each looking to weigh about twenty pounds—scrambled out of the dark hole, their yellow teeth gnashing and red eyes glowing.

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

Winnie was sleeping soundlessly when someone appeared in her room. He was wearing a black hoodie with a skull mask and staring at her. He stepped closer to her and didn’t take his eyes off her. “Winnie…” He whispered slowly and sweetly but she didn’t respond. “Winnie, sweetheart,” he said with a sneer. “Cassius, I’m sleepy,” Winnie groaned, turning to another side. A second later her snores were audible.

“The wound itself is a deep puncture, consistent with teeth, but it appears the skin barrier held enough to prevent full transmission. You’re remarkably fortunate, Mr. Blackwood.” “I’ll take fortunate.” Once Dr. Varga left to check on the rest of the breach’s minor casualties, Vanessa rounded on him immediately, relief curdling fast into something closer to furious affection. “You scared the absolute hell out of me,” she said, already reaching for the medical supplies left on the counter. “I was somewhat alarmed myself.” “Don’t do that again.” “I’ll attempt to avoid future zombie bites, yes, that seems reasonable.” “I’m serious, Adrian.” “I know you are. I pro

The Golden Human stood in front of him, blocking more than a dozen frenzied five-order white-haired zombies. At the same time, the Iron Earth Ax pierced through the zombie horde, like cutting scrap wood, the ax blossomed, killing all of the first years of the year, and the fourth level white fox. At this time, the golden bug also killed a few, but because the late fifth-order bugger attacked it a little, but how long was it attacked by these zombies, just using the strong defense of the bug. Golden human, not compared with human race cultivator, as long as the spiritual stone is not destroyed, the

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.