Zombie Outbreak Novels & Stories

' 'There are quite a number of zombies in Zombieland though. "Mr. York, the place you're referring to, where there are lots of zombies is…" Rae probed Lucas, trying to feel for his mood. "Whichever province in Sky Blue Base City that has lots of zombies. Bring me there," Lucas said. Rae was not able to comprehend Lucas' reason for heading to a place with lots of zombies, but she dared not question him further. People like Lucas could go wherever they wanted to. "Mr. York, let's head over to the Southern Bright Region then. That place has the most zombies. There are many mutant zombies there as well."

The others nodded as they also felt something wrong but why? "If I found the person who did this, I will punish him severely" Evan Potter sternly said and gaze on everyone. They quiet own and started to analyze situation as to why the zombies are forcing themselves inside. "They are attracted to noises, human scents and...?" Zeke Santos mumbled as he ponder. "uhmmmm... Why are you bleeding, Captain?" Ariel Montes asked when he noticed a blood stained on his arm. Everyone looked at Evan Potter's blood stain, then, looked at each other.

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

" I stumbled back, carrying the three cats into the security room and slamming the door behind us. By the time they had been arguing outside, a few zombies had already wandered close behind. Before the apocalypse, they'd called me "saintly". But not anymore. If things were going to get deadly, survival was every one for themselves. These zombies were different—they attacked with purpose, not for feeding. Before the lion and the crocodiles could react, the infection had already spread to most of the crowd. The stench of blood thickened the air, drawing more zombies in. The landlord's crocodiles and Dominic's lion were surrounded, their throats ripped out in moments.

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.

It immediately burst into flames. The burning body caught the vampire leaders’ attention enough to stop their fighting. Edwin lept behind a small outbuilding as they looked for the source of the fiery kill. Just then, a loud explosion sounded from inside the house. Glass shattered and doors splintered. Vampires screamed and burst into flames as fire spread through the house. “You did this!” Claus bellowed at Malcolm. “I arranged it with my men. If we weren’t the victors within an hour, they were to burn down the house. If I can’t have her, no one will,” Malcolm sneered.

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.