Zombie Road Novels & Stories

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs. My hands trembled slightly, and my face was deathly pale. I was one of the calmer ones, but there was no denying that I was just a high school student. It all started yesterday, during our class trip. The bus plunged over a cliff, and we woke up to find ourselves here. A system appeared before us. It told us we were dead and that clearing this game, The Tyrant's Atonement, was our only way back. It was a game where we could choose our roles.

"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?"

Soon enough, I heard the familiar soft footsteps. "Hey, Cole," Zye whispered, appearing from behind a bougainvillea bush, her hair a tangled mess of curls. She held a magnifying glass to her eye, squinting at a tiny beetle crawling on a leaf. "Hey, Zye," I replied, a small smile touching my lips. It was a comfort, her quiet presence. A small anchor in the storm that was my life. "What are you reading today?" she asked, her voice hushed. "I am reading a book about mummies and pyramids," I said, holding up the book so she could see.

It might actually seem pretty cool to an eleven year old boy. Tuyen's directions take us away from the main street that runs through town, and the zombie population begins to thin out a little. The roads are mostly clear, except for two zombies that Reese clips with the SUV. I feel the bump and shift in Ryder's lap so I don't come down on any sensitive parts next time I get jostled. Ryder flashes me a quick smile, and I can feel my face begin to heat up.

I immediately raised my gun toward it, only to realize its flight path wasn’t aimed at us at all. Instead, it crashed directly into the zombie horde. The giant bird circled above the mass of zombies, using the force of its wings to build momentum before slamming into them again and again, until the entire grotesque tower of bodies collapsed apart. The sound of heavy bodies crashing down echoed one after another. Still shaken, I lowered my gaze toward the ground below. The scorching asphalt was so hot that the zombies’ flesh sizzled the moment they hit the pavement. Many of them became stuck directly to the melting road, writhing helplessly without being able to move.

Some gunned rushed to the hallway down from where she was. "Stop right there" a man screamed. The zombie Grace took to her heels. She was trailed by gunfire. Eight hours earlier. Grace and Raymond strolled hand in hand in the cemetery. Grace was carrying some flowers. They stopped at a headstone which read 'Emily Brunt, 1973-2009' Grace put down the flower. She knelt beside it. He looked at Raymond's face above. Her face was clouded with tears. Raymond massaged her on the shoulder.

In half an hour, we reached our destination: the abandoned road that was rumored as cursed. Zayn did not slow down, he drove right past the sign that read: BEWARE.

Zara’s imagination got to work, and she could see a bloodied image of a person getting torn apart by the vicious fangs of the wolves. Zara had seen such a scene before- when King Darren’s wolf made its first appearance and when it came to her rescue at the vampire orgy party. “There,” Zoey said, his hand signaling at the next turn on their right. Before they changed their direction, more people emerged from the ends of the tarred road. And, as they walked past, they greeted Beta Zoey. “I didn’t think that I would be seeing a lot of people,” Zaramanni commented when they took a turn and began to tour the loose, sandy ground whose sides were decorated with medium-sized pebbles.

I smiled at the dark idea and without putting much thoughts into my plans i let the bullet hit the tyres of their car. "Who fired the shots?" The driver yelled while they looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from instead of realizing that their lives were flashing right in front of them. I shook my head at their stupidity and watched the car fall down the cliff and take all their lives to their respective resting place. "Good riddance Maja" I commended myself and got up from the rough ground. I pulled my phone out from my pocket to see it had been destroyed making me curse out in frustration. How do I find my way back?