Zombie Young Adult Books の小説・ストーリー

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.

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“You’re behaving like frightened children. Demons! Really? Are we back in the dark ages?” “Of course, we’re frightened!” called out the same female voice without a face. “We’ve lived a peaceful and happy life. Now, these demons show up and people are dying, being kidnapped, being eaten. Now, the village is surrounded by zombies! Of course we’re frightened.” Kendra stepped up next to Arthur. “These horrible things that you are complaining about happened to us, not you. If we were demons, why would that be? Maybe it isn’t us. Maybe it’s you who bring the bad luck to newcomers!”

The zombie and virus outbreak had ended all wars. Schools started being built within the safe zone, and our children resumed their studies. Everything and everyone seemed filled with hope. … There were 30 days to go until the wave of zombies attacked. It was Thanksgiving Day, and people temporarily set aside their sorrows. A bonfire burned in the safe zone with turkeys and pumpkin pies baking around it. Everyone gathered to have fun before we shut our eyes and prayed for safety. That was the day I started getting nightmares again. I dreamed of Joyce, who'd been ripped to shreds in kindergarten in my past life. I also dreamed of myself being eaten up by zombies.

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

She summoned him with her hand to follow her out of the room. She’d barely closed the door behind herself when Ebenezer began to speak with breathless urgency. “That evil boy of mine has my great, great, great, great, grandson. ’Tis time to call for help.” To her sorrow and dismay, he told of his frustration over being helpless to do anything for Edwin and Tim when they were taken by Malcolm’s vampires. His voice choked with emotion when he relayed how Tim’s neck was snapped just before he was about to give Malcolm the information that Edwin so stubbornly refused to give. She shuddered as he told of the vampires draining Tim’s blood before taking him to a pig farm in the Hamptons and tossin

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Our packs were small, not exceeding twenty members each, remnants of a once-thriving population decimated by the atrocities of the great war. “It was never like this,” my mother had confided to me one evening in the garden, her voice heavy with sorrow. We had once been numerous, until a blaze, ignited by the vampires, razed our village to the ground, claiming countless lives and leaving us homeless and bereft. I shook my head sadly, pondering the cruel hand fate had dealt us. What would have become of me if I had been born amidst the chaos and devastation of those dark times? As the full moon gradually disappeared behind dark clouds, we unleashed a chorus of howls, our voices melding with th

Becky was happy to see her sister enjoying herself. Their next visitors announced themselves by their noisome stench—undead corporeal revenants or zombies. As they passed by the locker, Millie shook her wand at them, but nothing she did could remove their smells of rotting carrion and odoriferous human offal. This night, the zombies did not rush and eat the humans they encountered. Becky wondered whether they weren’t as hungry as usual. She need not have felt concerned as they stormed the space across from her family’s unit and brought out a few of the coffins stored there, intending to eat their contents. When they opened the coffins and gorged themselves on the vampires’ bodies, leaving a

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?