Zombie Revelations Novels & Stories

“You’re still going to pretend? Still going to hide it? Melinda already told me everything, Chloe.” Chloe’s eyes snapped to Melinda, who sat rigid, gaze fixed on the floor. Chloe’s heart stuttered. “Told you… everything?” she whispered. Zoe let out a bitter laugh that cracked in the middle. “Yeah. Everything. That your so-called sugar daddy isn’t just some rich guy, he’s a vampire. That my girlfriend…” she gestured sharply at Melinda“ is a witch. And you?” Her voice rose, raw with disbelief. “You died. And got resurrected.”

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

Havermouth, The Present There were no triggers that could be determined from outside, and so they moved to the external doors, weapons held ready, whilst the bomb experts forced the frosted glass doors open. The zombie burst out of the opening. A Van Helsing, his body covered in third degree burns, with bandages just clinging in places, and IV lines dangling from the needles in his veins, he let out a horrible, inhuman, screech.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and lay down on my bed, and thought about what happened because it is impossible that it will be gone just like that. Unless it turns into a zombie but the zombie is not real or maybe he is not real; I mean there is really no dead man’s body under my bed and it is all inside my head but it is impossible because I touched it and I felt it. I really did. I open my eyes again and check the time. It is almost 10:00 a.m. and Devon will be here in a minute so I need to hurry up.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

"You think I'd let a traitor like you guard something that important? I knew you'd do something like this, so you never had the sample." I pause, enjoying the look of horror on his face as realization dawned on him. "What you're holding is the bait liquid I made. You should've suspected something when the zombies still ran into you even when you picked the safest route of escape." Yves wanted to say something, but more zombies came crawling out of the darkness, and they drowned him like waves of a sea. His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones.

I ignored Randy's provocation and casually mentioned that I had to go back to base the next day, so I would not be home tomorrow night. I saw a glint of delight in Maya's eyes as she glanced at Randy. Early the next morning, as soon as I left the house, I turned on the pinhole camera I had hidden in the bedroom. Sure enough, Randy was in my house and in bed with Maya an hour later. Afterward, Randy smugly groped Maya's chest as he said, "Hey, ask Eric to come with us to my friend's restaurant the day after tomorrow. We can do it in the restroom. Cheating right under his nose is going to be so exciting."

I sat silently on the lab stool to wait for the results until it was ready and came out. I was shocked by the revelation of the result. Not wholly shocked, I must say. Although my instincts pointed to the fact that my hunches were correct, the logical part of my brain fought against the possibilities. But now, it is confirmed. And after a couple of other research from the web, mythological books, and journals, I knew for a fact that I died and woke up. I am no longer a human. The words of the owl played once more in my head. Wake up! Arise!

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"