Zombie Roleplay Games Novels & Stories

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

“Would you rather fight to survive in a robot apocalypse or a zombie apocalypse?” A giggle bursts from my lips and I relax in his hold, looping my arms around his neck and sinking down onto him. “Zombie. My brothers are always playing this zombie hunting video game, so they’d be able to protect me for sure.” I reach to sweep his damp hair back off his forehead, gazing into those dazzling eyes of his and tilting my head in question. “You?” His lips tip into a grin. “Same. I’d rather fight something living. Easier to kill.”

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

Suddenly, from the shadows in the middle of the warehouse, the rampaging Zombie BOSS reappeared. It stomped forward, the freezer on its back swaying wildly, its eyes glowing a fiery red. The Zombie BOSS spotted Kevin lunging at Bima. "Mmmph… interloper… negative… content… this is… my… romance!" the Zombie BOSS growled. It seemed to be affected by Bima’s newly activated 'Romance Aura' and viewed Kevin as a 'content rival.' The Zombie BOSS charged at Kevin with the freezer on its back. WHAM!

It develops too fast and one wrong step could push her back to the death hole. Harry observes the girl and glimpsed several changes. "Are you getting better?" Ava jolted clearly in shock that the male lead noticed her transformation." Hmm... I eat... I feel better..." This sentence is enough for him to understand that this girl is not well fed by the family. He is grateful to cook for her yesterday or she would be even weaker now. Zombies can gain nutrients only by eating meats or they would lose their meat or skins for not taking them. It is like drugs for them, if they don't take it they'll die. "Then... do you want to eat with me again?" He throws a big gentle smile for her almost blindi

The doors to the function room burst open with zombies throwing themselves wildly towards the staircase. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot her!” Sparrow yelled at the men behind him as they opened fire. Several of the zombies fell, blood spraying and causing a frenzy amongst the others. They didn’t tear into the fallen as they would have with bleeding humans, but rather trampled them underfoot as they surged towards the Van Helsings on the stairs, seeking the nearest source of fresh human meat.

Mya got into battle mode and stared at the zombie. Brett, too, prepared himself to launch an attack. Within ten seconds, the zombie was standing before Brett and swung its sword at Brett’s head. Brett dodged the attack by rolling away, and the zombie's shield slammed into Adrian who was standing behind Brett. Adrian jumped up and pinned the zombie beneath his feet, while Mya drew her dagger and leaped over to stab the zombie's forehead. They thought this would be enough to kill it, but the zombie got back up and swung its sword at Mya.

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

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.

Greta added. I know about that because that's really on their list. In this game, it is said that this theater will act as another character so that you can give justice to that character. Remember? I'm good at that. I always get the lead role but, in this game, it looks like role-playing because it is instant and not on stage. Do you see it? There are salts.