Zombies 2 Zed Novels & Stories

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

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.

Hailey is removing something covered in duct tape from underneath the rangehood. Venom freezes on the spot. The pen has pierced his eye. He remains standing for a few seconds, in shock. Hailey throws me a loaded gun, and I somehow, without thinking, pull the trigger and shoot him. He falls to the ground. Hailey and I look at each other, relieved. 'Is he dead?' Hailey asks. I nod, staring down at his lifeless body. 'Who needs Charlie's Angels when we have you?' She says, and I drop the gun onto the bench.

There, she heard music gently flowing out the speakers, filling the place with a soft tune. On the couch Damien lay asleep with his arm dangling down. She picked up the empty wine bottle and glass at the foot of the couch heading with them to the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, she looked up and out the window to meet eyes with a pair of dark brown eyes. Those eyes scared her. Those eyes scarred her. Those eyes belonged to a dangerous man. A man who hurt her mother. A man who hurt her. Paralyzed by fear she forgot she was holding the glass objects and dropped them. They both shattered on the floor. The smash woke Damien who was in the living room.

"Has no one informed you that they are siblings… twins, in fact?" "It might just be his cruel sense of humor," Thorn mumbles, his tone suggesting a weariness that belies the situation. "Oh, you don’t say." Zombie’s gaze flickers between me and Thorn, a smirk playing on his lips. "Twins, you say? Well, who knew? But I can certainly see the resemblance. Hmm, yes, that changes my plans considerably." He pauses for a moment, his expression shifting to one of ominous contemplation. "Let’s end the games here while we’re still having fun. Clay, you have my permission to kill her."

It was a chilling display of power, a stark reminder of the depths of evil that could lurk within those entrusted with authority. The flashback dissolved as I heard a soft knock on the door, returning me to the present. I opened my eyes to find Lynn, one of our trusted team members, standing before me. Her presence pulled me away from the abyss of my memories, grounding me in the reality of our mission. "Lynn," I muttered, my voice tinged with gratitude and detachment. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. "Aaron, I've been digging into Zea's past and uncovered some unsettling information. We need to talk."

Just as its teeth were about to touch his scalp, I swiftly pressed the 'ascend' button. Uncle Adam was propelled back to the second floor like a spring. The zombie missed, and its teeth clanged loudly as it bawled. "Oh, that was close! I almost got your head bitten off!"

The streets were littered with burning vehicles and mangled corpses missing a limb or two, and zombies swarmed the streets in hordes. Our gunshots attracted the wave of zombies almost immediately, and tens of thousands of bloodshot eyes turned toward us before beginning to surge in our direction. "Get in the car!" Papa yelled, shielding me as we rushed toward several Jeeps parked by the roadside. These vehicles had been specially modified and were welded with thick steel plates, and these were all of Papa's doing, showing the extent of his power. While everyone else was still risking their lives for a bite to eat, he was already building and using weaponry instead.

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.