Zombie Revelations Novels & Stories

What she failed to see was that it had all been hard-earned through my own efforts and sacrifices. Over the years of fighting alongside Shawn, I knew exactly how he thought. I told him straight, "In 13 days, the zombies will appear. The serum from the Westfound lab has leaked, and the world is about to face a crisis." As expected, Shawn looked at me like I was crazy, but he didn't outright call me insane. "You're Shawn Decker. Your parents are district commanders, and your grandfather is…" I raised my finger, pointing to the top. "He's the second-in-command."

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

But at this time, Xander Faris was very clear that the arc of Solana Gibson's Ghoul-Locker Spear and the sword radiance of Omar Pine were much smaller than before. Then, when he got a little closer, Jessica, Lady Maisie, Maya Kaye, and the others all looked extremely tired. Like them, there were also those cultivators who were also surrounded. A cultivator suddenly smashed half of the zombie's head with his palm. Because the zombie's corpse core was not dug out, its strength was still there. Regardless of the fact that cultivator's palm was still embedded in its head, it rushed forward and threw the frightened cultivator to the ground.

He yanked the zombie towards himself, and the zombie followed as if it was a doll. Right as the zombie tipped over towards Wilbur, he whispered, "Thunder cleaver." The next second, a lightning strike shot out of Wilbur's fist with a brilliant blue light piercing through the zombie's body. After searching through it with his Iris Veritas, Wilbur realized that the zombie's endless source of spiritual energy actually came from that special Bloody Amulet inside it. The amulet had exploded under the attack of the thunder cleaver, and the zombie stopped moving for good.

The man in the laboratory withdraw an injection stood up and walked into the room that Michael was locked up in. He opened it the door and went inside Michael's heart started beating faster. The man grabbed Michael's hand and inject him. Micheal scream of pain.The man left micheal unconscious and went out, then close the door. *Seven years Earlier* In Washington, Military zone. "Helen" The head of the militant Mr Cole Gabby who was the first person to discover a Zombie virus. Bring it to his colleagues and told them that they should create a zombie virus and infect the world.

); beautiful Bub, who —if all went as planned—would have a brother or sister within a few years’ time; their visits to see friends for birthday parties; babysitters; news rants; wives harping at their husbands for not putting away their tools— Emily clenched the shovel. Roared. She jumped, aiming for the zombie’s head but striking its shoulder instead, snapping the collarbone. It shot its glare at her, eyes glassy and black. They didn’t blink. Emily watched its skeleton contort beneath the drum-tight pull of its skin. It looked so frail; only it wasn’t. But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

He needed to know since he got scratched by the mindless zombies. He captured a mindless zombie, and he watched in astonishment as the blood from his wound turned the once-ravenous mindless zombies into mere piles of ash, their bodies crumbling to dust at his feet, leaving only the crystal nuclei in the mindless zombie's head. "The fuck?" he uttered in disbelief. Yet, even as he reveled in the power that coursed through his veins, Liam couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. There was something sinister lurking beneath the surface, a dark truth that remained just out of reach.

I slapped my forehead from his answer. ​"That's why I didn't want to tell you about it because you'll freak out. They're not dead; they're alive." His eyes widened, and he gasped. I thought he already got it, but I was wrong. ​"Zombies are real?!" He said loudly. Valerius looked at us and joined the conversation. "Tito Jayce is not saying it directly, but zombies are real." Valerius had the same reaction, and then they started planning all sorts of things about a zombie apocalypse.