Zombie Swat Novels & Stories

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.

Demitri swung his fist ready to hit Zander, but the latter blocked the blow. "No time like the present, Harley!" Zander yelled. Her hand hovered above the weapon in her jacket, but still she did not draw it. She stepped backwards, moving involuntarily, but unable to stop herself from doing it again until there was at least five feet between herself and the fight. She glanced over her shoulder at Mason, who was stalking back into the fight. As he gained enough closeness, he pulled Demitri by the jacket and forced him away from Zander. The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

He desperately twisted his body like a dehydrated jerky in mid-air. I leaned against the windowsill, remote control in hand, and grinned broadly. "Uncle Adam, calm down. Didn't you always brag about being a fishing master, catching ten-pound carp with a snap of your fingers, while my dad only ever catches rotten fish and shrimp? Well, today, I'll let you be the bait and see if we can catch something big. They'll bite if they want to." The group of zombies below was in an uproar. Fresh flesh and blood were right before their eyes, making their eyes bloodshot. Several strong zombies piled on top of each other, stretching out their withered claws to reach for Uncle Adam's head.

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.

Ironically, it sprang from the one horror game everyone else avoided. … To master my craft and do my job well as the horror game's makeup artist, I spent the week studying and trying out different ghost-ready makeup looks. When the summoning device blinked to life a week later, I grabbed my makeup case and stepped into the instance. Before me stood a row of brides. Alongside the Slit-Mouthed Woman were wraiths, ghouls, and vampires.

“This big button in the center is the “Zapper” button.” Lars happily mansplained to me. I pursed my lips over he went over the other buttons and features; showing me the tiny screen and how I could switch between a number of different collars. Red was number 1, I was gonna Zap him so hard he bled from his eyes and ears then dropped dead, the dirty bastard. If you Zapped someone for too long, apparently you could kill them, Lars warned me.

My hand struck a stool beside me, and without thinking, I grabbed it and swung it at the zombie. The impact sent it crashing sideways. I smashed the stool against the floor until it splintered apart, leaving only a broken wooden leg in my grip. Then I charged with full determination. “AHHHHHHH!” A scream tore from my throat as I drove the wood into its skull. The sound that followed made my stomach twist. Its head cracked apart like a walnut under pressure. The wooden piece punched through the front of its skull and burst out the back. The zombie finally went still.

The militarys were shooting at the zombies, while some people also came out stabbing the zombies on their forehead. But the surprising thing is that most of the zombie were stabbed in the belly with a knife that has a symbol of Crown on it the same knife that was used to stab Juliet. Michael noticed this but did not feel concerned about it, they keep on shooting the zombies. Head of the family, Lab coach, Glad, Edmond, which is Fred son, Fred himself and Michael they loced themselves in a room.

I also dreamed of myself being eaten up by zombies. One day, the military head came to me. He said, "The satellite's been destroyed." I looked at him, trembling so much that I couldn't speak. He asked, "When will the zombie wave come?" "In 30 days. They'll come in the morning," I said. I didn't know how he explained this to his men, but fighter jets left the safe zone the following morning. Later, dozens of fighter jets came and went. There were vague sounds of explosions within the safe zone.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.