Romans & histoires Zombies 2

Few weeks later. It was dark at night. Grace, in her zombie form, climbed up on the glass surface of a penthouse straight to the top pest floor. She hanged on with both hands and swung her body back, brought it back on the glass. The glass shattered and she made her way in. She got out of the room she entered into the hallway sneaking through. Bright lights glowing enough to blind came on suddenly. Alarm blared all over the penthouse. She turned round and round in amazement. Some gunned rushed to the hallway down from where she was.

The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice. “And who do we have here?” she spoke in a dry husky voice. A warning bell sounded inside the zombie. A loud one. His instincts were much stronger than those of a human being. However, they worked too late. Livia turned her wheelchair around and stretched out a crooked wrist like a chicken claw. At the same moment, the Dark was roused, heading towards the undead in a death-dealing wave. Zomzom twitched in a fit of horror, but he couldn’t move. His limbs froze. He felt as if he’d turned into a puppet. A doll with only his eyes alive.

Racing to the great room, she grabbed a pair of binoculars that hung ready for use on a hook near the picture window and peered through them. The oversized window in the great room gave her a better angle to look from. That, plus the assistance of the binoculars, allowed her to scrutinize the man’s face. Her blood ran cold when she saw the lifeless eyes and odd colored flesh. This had to be a zombie. She didn’t have to have experience in what they looked like to know that this was one.

sssssss Moreover, based on her understanding of Caspian, she knew that Caspian rarely showed such an expression. Something important must have happened according to the change in his eyes. "What's wrong?" Yvonne Johnson immediately asked. Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "The second zombie of 20,000 years old has appeared." ...... The entire sky seemed to be dyed red with blood. On the ground, countless zombies were wriggling. Peng! A zombie, who was as tall as a floor, knelt on the ground. After shaking his body, he fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a large amount of dust.

one muttered. Inside the campus, the scene was eerily familiar. Broken glass littered the ground, papers fluttered in the breeze, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air. The first wave of zombies appeared almost immediately, their guttural groans cutting through the silence. Luke and Bayo didn’t hesitate. Bayo wielded a makeshift weapon—a sturdy metal pipe he had found earlier—and swung it with precision. Each strike connected with a sickening crunch, sending the undead to the ground.

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.