Zombie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Except for a daring someone, the little girl gaze deepened again. The surrounding zombies and the woman that was being chased earlier to be eaten and was now forced by zombie 1 who is huffing in madness and its body already shrouded with darkness to the direction where zombie 4 corpse is for the reason of being the only one who had the power to bring back dead to life so in short, zombie 1 reason for dragging her rudely at the back of her collar is for her to revive zombie 4 back from the dead. But the thing that was even more rude is

With a zip, the line extended just one foot and sent Garrett's head dipping straight down, right into a zombie's waiting jaws. A zombie opened his bloody mouth wide and aimed a bite at Garrett's balding head. Just as its teeth were about to sink into the scalp, I hit the "raise" button, and Garrett shot up toward the second floor like a spring. The zombie's teeth snapped on thin air with a loud clack, and it let out an angry, frustrated howl. "Wow! That was close! You almost had your head popped!"

"It's a selection mechanism. 99.9% of humans who get infected turn into zombies, but there's that 0.1% of humans who, due to their genetics, constitution, will force, or some other unknown factor, trigger an evolution within them." She walked back to my bed. "You're part of that 0.1%. The perfect evolved specimen." Perfect evolved specimen? The words exploded in my ears. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It means that you're now completely immune to the zombie virus. Your cells have undergone an adaptive evolution, making the virus ineffective against you. Your physical condition, including strength, speed, reflexes, recovery… All o

Little Zane kept staring at his father's dead body. He felt like screaming but he was frozen and stayed where he was, hidden in the shadows. "ZANE?!"shouted a voice, it was his mother,"Zane are you alright?! Did they hurt you too?! What is going on?!" "Mother, my father is dead. Prince Alfred shot him with a silver arrow in the heart",blurted out Zane, with moisture in his eyes. His mother knelt down infront of him and said,"Don't worry son, you will be alright. I will protect you till my last breath. I won't let those Vampires hurt you! Come with me"

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the f

He was stronger, faster, and sharper than he had ever been. As he entered a long corridor, a faint noise behind him caught his attention—a rasping breath and the scrape of claws on the floor. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. A lone zombie emerged from the shadows, its head tilting unnaturally as it locked onto him. Its milky eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Luke’s stomach twist, but he didn’t back away.

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.