Zombie Road Novels & Stories

She says hopefully. “And if we run out of gas?” I ask the question that is lingering in the air. She shrugs and I visually check the gas gauge. It is thankfully not empty but also not completely full either. It is half full. “Are they still following us?” Lizzie asks me and I check. The road is now a bit dark. The street lights are the only thing bringing life to this zombie road at this point, along with our car. Well, I don’t see a single car behind us. The road is very clear and empty.

said Suzie and we stopped walking. I nodded. "Okay, so the underground racers is a group of rich and influential people. Taiden is one of the leaders, and his henchmen are his friends ..." I didn't let go of her gaze because I was confused by what she was saying. “If they have an enemy in business or anything, instead of killing them right away, they will take it to a car race. Sometimes life is at stake. And whoever loses will burn your car while you are inside.” My eyes widened and Suzie looked at me. I can't process what she said.

Twilight commanded, and the moment she uttered the last syllable of her last word, something heavy landed at the roof of their car. 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨! The sound gave everyone a chill, but cowardice had no place in their being. The car screeched as Patrick turned zigzag, trying to remove the monster in their roof—but to no avail, the zombie seems to have a sticking ability, as if it was glued on their roof.

She breathed and escaped from the world for a while. ..... They set traps immediately. Kebin and the others goes to the woods setting the traps while the others guarded the area for any Reapers. Earth Badbloods dug holes and they put sharp bamboos on it and the plant Badbloods covered the holes with interweaving green vines and that it looked like a normal ground. The other tied some huge cut woods above the trees that will fall down and crush anyone on its path when a string below is triggered.

After exiting the living room where his siblings were, Brian Matthews stormed out of the mansion. He heard a familiar voice call his name but he didn't bother to look back. Brian got into his car, then drove out of the mansion. As he drove towards his Cabin house for some alone time, he couldn't stop thinking about his earlier conversation with Vanessa and also the conversations with his siblings. The more he remembered every detail of what they talked about, the more his head began to ache.

" 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

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.