Zombie Story Novels & Stories

Just then, a news report rang out from the television in the library. "At 10:20 am today, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, the police found a corpse belonging to a woman approximately 29 years old with a height of five feet six inches…"

My verbal fights with Lisa turned out to be far more taxing on me than fighting vampires had been. I was only eight weeks pregnant and not showing in the least, so I didn’t have to worry about hiding it as I dressed for dinner. In fact, I probably hadn’t needed to inform my parents when I arrived at their doorstep except I was tired of lies. I also needed them to see a justifiable reason for me to move in. Telling them that my dead roommate turned into a vampire and moved himself and his vampire buddies into my house didn’t’ seem like it would get me into any place but the nut house.

Their fear was mostly because of ghost stories that they heard from the other girls in the dormitory as well as their own classmates. There were all sorts of ghost stories told of the girls’ lavatories that always ended up with students screaming in fright and insisting that they go to the lavatories in small groups. There were stories told of ghosts of past students who died in there from different reasons. There were stories of suicides because of a variety of reasons such as family and relationship problems. There were also stories when students took their own lives because of poverty when they were told by families that would need to stop schooling for a while. The teenagers could only s

What is he talking about? My confused look must've told him that I didn't know what the hell he was saying because he soon explained himself. "That night when you were at your aunt's house. You went to the convenience store. You got attacked and then you lost memory of it when you hit your head apparently. You were attacked by a shapeshifter, not a human."

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

“Flossie, calm down. You need to tell us how many and how far they are. And more importantly, what the fuck is a zomber?” “You know, zombers. ZOMBERS!” Flossie jumped up and down and waved her hands about. The commotion brought the others out of their tents to find out what all the noise was about, just in time to see Flossie start to dance. “What are you doing?” I asked her. She made T-rex arms and stomped from foot to foot. “Isn’t that the dance from the Thriller video?” said Jenny. “Oh, I see,” I said. “You mean zombies. Zombies are coming. Fuck.”

There was something about him that made Jasper think that he just might be able to help him like once things settled down. If his information was correct, unlike the vampires and werewolves, the zombies weren’t sent from another dimension. They were humans whose humanity went bad. If Jasper was correct, zombiesm was caused by a virus of some type. If there was one thing that he was certain of it was that all viruses had a cure. He just needed time to find it.

"Zombies? Don't insult this disaster with such a cheap comparison." Zombies could be fought with guns, fire, steel, and human ingenuity. But this? This was nature's wrath. Against the cosmos itself, humans were no more than fragile insects, doomed before they even realized it. These people had no idea the horror they were truly facing. Meanwhile, Vincent strutted through the chat. "Don't worry about it! I've got money. I'll spend it however I like. If you want to sell, DM me. If not, forget it."

Yet here they were, moving towards us and easily fighting back. "What the hell?" I hissed, continuing to take it in. "What are they?" "Zombies." Turning, I met Gray’s disgusted gaze as it took in the scene. When did he get here? "Zombies?" I repeated, furrowing my brows. "Like in the movies?" "Did I stutter?" Gray scoffed in boredom. Biting back my instant reply, I fought the urge to punch the cocky bastard. "It’s just…" I tried, motioning towards the scene. "Hard to believe."