Zombie Road Novels & Stories

" Things were quiet for the next three days. I kept checking in, and Chester kept reassuring me, no weird dreams, nothing out of the ordinary. He even tiptoed around the idea of seeing a shrink, but I was not having any of it. Just when I started to relax, that's when it happened. Chester did not come home one night, and his phone might as well have been a brick. That old, uneasy feeling crept back in, and I bolted for the cemetery. There he was, sitting by my dad's grave, a mouthful of pâté and a half-empty glass of whiskey, toasting the air. My heart twisted in my chest. "Don't you dare eat that! Spit it out, now!" I dashed over, pounding on his back, desperate to make it stop.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

I just kept looking at the two. Hell! I don't know what to think anymore. I see Bennet supporting Caroline before riding on his back. And with whatever spirit joined me, I helped. "Careful." I see to it that Bennet is properly piggybacking Caroline because the girl might fall. "Hold him tighter," I instructed Caroline. "Don't let go." Bennet looked at me. And his gaze was a bit strange. It was deep and knowing and strange. "Don't go through Portway, there are a lot of zombies there. Take Road 33 to 35, clear there," I said to Bennet.

And Sirens, who can sing with the power that Zoe wields, are unique. I look at Zoe’s slight form with concern. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her skin is pale, and there are shadows beneath her eyes. She looks fragile, and it angers me that she had to go through this. I turn on my floodlights to get a better look at the wet, darkened road. It had rained earlier in the day. The road is quiet and empty, giving out an ominous feel. I maneuver the Road Runner swiftly down the darkened road as I make my way home. Unfortunately, I’m so caught up on what to do about Zoe that I don’t see the dark figure standing in the middle of the road until it’s too late. Without a thought, I turn the wheel to

An armored vehicle sped down the highway between Brookville and Crestford. The road stretched out empty on both sides. Everything along the route had already been cleared. There were no people, no zombies. Just the endless, lifeless city, like a wasteland of concrete and steel. Most of the cars on the road had either been scrapped or pushed aside during the cleanup. Every so often, small dark mounds rose beside the highway, 10 to 15 feet tall. They weren't hills; they were piles of burned zombie remains.

Then they took off again. When they got to Helen, the road was blocked but don't know who blocked the road. "I'm going out now, I will remove all the chairs that was used to block the road." Fred said. Harrison told Fred to becareful. Fred get down remove the chairs and they drove into the Zone. "Please can you describe where we're going for us?." Jane asked Micheal. "Just keep going," Michael replied her. They have to turn like three times, when they're about to enter the Zone, there are zombies outside the military zone.

“It’s totally deserted, and I can’t find a street sign to save my life.” “What’s around you?” “Nothing.” I squinted trying to make out the light in front of me. The area was heavily commercial, so I wasn’t sure what business would be open past eight on a Wednesday night. “I think I see something. Crap. My contacts are killing me.” “Pull over and take them out, silly. You have your glasses with you, right?” “Yeah, but I don’t want to stop, Kimmie… what if I can’t get started again?”

Casey Waiting for the dead to attack ended up being the longest twenty minutes of my life. Unsure of what to expect, I was practically hyperventilating when the shambling horde of hungry biters was only a few houses away. Zombies couldn't throw rocks through our windows or use weapons of any kind other than their own bodies, but it didn't make our circumstances any less terrifying. When the group finally made it to the road in front of my house, it surprised me to see they were somewhat docile, at least for now. It appeared as if they were moving just to move with no designated stopping point.

TWENTY-THREE U-Store-It! Public Self-Storage Units off of Interstate 12 CHARLEY “THE GOLEM” MOUTON had taken out a dozen zombie soldiers before the undead creatures knew they were in trouble. He’d picked up Roo’s truck and used it as a massive sledgehammer to pound them into dust. “Golem,” yelled Fernández, as a couple of the undead turned from the resurrected Charley to renew their attack on him. The Golem moved toward Fernández and tore the heads off the would-be attackers.