Zombie Revelations Novels & Stories

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

"Do you hear that, Quinton? They're all dead… That's the sunrise you bought for Madeline with everyone's lives. Are you satisfied now? "Even your mother, whom you respect the most, was killed because of you!" Back at the base, the safe door was already twisted out of shape, hanging open like a torn mouth. Pools of bright red blood had formed on the ground. Shattered limbs, ripped clothing, and scattered organs were mixed in a grotesque mess. A few zombies were already crouched over the bodies, tearing into the remains with wet, grinding sounds. Seeing that scene, I finally couldn't hold it in anymore. I bent over and retched. Tears spilled out uncontrollably. We were too late. In the end, I

The first was when the body of someone who died with an overwhelming sense of resentment was exposed under the moonlight, absorbing the dark energy from the moon. The second was through exposure to necrotic poison or other geomancy-related effects that affected the grave, which triggered a mutation that resulted in the dead body reanimating as a zombie. But Roy had only been buried for a few hours. How could he have turned into a zombie already? There was something fishy about this situation, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Just then, amid the chilly wind, the faint sound of a bell rang again. "What should we do now, Dr. York?" Hugh asked.

Some asked Chris' parents how they felt about the brotherly conflict. They took the opportunity to say, "We believe life and death are pre-destined. With zombies running rampant everywhere, the base must select leadership based on strength. If Swain dies in the competition, that's his fate. As parents, we won't blame anyone." Everything was recorded, and loudspeakers transmitted the conversation. I raised my chin to signal to my real parents in the distance to get ready to play the recorded footage of the Duncans drugging me on the big screen.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

And then, my face appeared. "My name is Zora Vane," I said, my voice echoing across the planet. "The Council told you I was a monster. They were right. But I’m the monster who’s here to tear down your walls. The Purge is cancelled. The Revolution is just beginning." As the city erupts in a chorus of rebellion, the North Spire begins to tilt. The gravity-anchors are failing. Zora stands with the Void-Wolf Dante at her side, looking out at the burning horizon. But in the distance, a second Spire—the "Queen’s Spire"—begins to glow with a blinding, white-gold light.

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

My eyes water as I watch the baby on the monitor move its hands. 'Everything looks great. The baby is perfectly fine.' The doctor smiles. Ace and I sigh in relief at the news. We return to my private room and Ace turns on the TV, sits in the recliner beside my bed and holds my hand. Every channel is showing footage of The Snake Pit that is now a giant pile of rubble. BREAKING NEWS floats across the bottom of the screen. 'We are going to replay last night’s footage. We warn viewers - some of what you will see is graphic. Viewer discretion is advised. There will also be heart-warming scenes,' the journalist says.

~Earlier: After Amy and Doctor Paul left the room, Noah and Carlos followed them. I was behind Noah and Jared was behind me when he whispered from behind as we were exiting the room where an army of dead man was lying on the floor thanks to Carlos and Jared. "Don't make me a fool Infront of those snobs. I actually care about my reputation," I chuckled slowly but before I could reply he spoke up again, but this time more slowly. "Dr. Paul was acting suspicious when we went to pick up this box," Jared told me.