Zombies 3 Exceptional Zed Novels & Stories

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.

They don’t need to rest, feed on flesh and blood, and even if they are injured, they can slowly recover their broken body with their own powerful repairing skills. No matter how low level they are, they can still heal and survived unless you destroyed their brain. As for those zombies who already have a crystal nucleus, you need to dig out their crystal nucleus and destroyed their brain to kill them. Because if you only blow up their head and brain, they will still survive since they still have their crystal nucleus. Zhi Yin's eyes cannot help but gaze at Tan Er who is sitting at the passenger seat right now. She is a zombie who awakens her consciousness and her looks now, she looks like a h

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

Havermouth, The Present There were no triggers that could be determined from outside, and so they moved to the external doors, weapons held ready, whilst the bomb experts forced the frosted glass doors open. The zombie burst out of the opening. A Van Helsing, his body covered in third degree burns, with bandages just clinging in places, and IV lines dangling from the needles in his veins, he let out a horrible, inhuman, screech.

An eye materialized in the pool of blood, gazing down at the battlefield. Chester shouted at that moment. Three battle spears instantly ignited with spiritual flames, they shot out and stabbed the zombies. The zombies incinerated after a series of explosions. Chester grabbed the earthen trident and flung it at Zeke. The spear ignited with roaring spiritual flames as it flew toward its target. Everyone was instantly overwhelmed by a powerful pressure, their breaths quickened from it. However, Zeke laughed at that moment. He put his palms together and burned another charm in his hand.

“Let’s watch it for ourselves.” He ordered the tech team to play the paused video, and everyone sat back, filled with curiosity and tension, to watch how Zeda finally got her powers. When the footage reached the part where Zeda’s power emerged and she set the Werewolf on fire, a collective mix of gasps and mutters swept around the table. “Zeda. That. Was. Incredible!” Torvin exclaimed when the show was over. “That was a powerful fire, Zeda, congratulations,” Mrs. Amelia smiled at her.

As soon as the smell of sickness hit me, I knew I was in the right place. Ahead of me running in the opposite direction were two women. A bright red wig was on the ground behind them as one of them pushed open the emergency exit door, flooding the hallway with sunlight and the ringing sound of an alarm. I could still catch them if I hurried–they weren’t too far yet. But then I saw something that made my heart stop. Ariana, her eyes closed, her body limp as she fell forward… I didn’t think–I just moved. “Ariana,” I gasped as I caught her in my arms. She was covered in the partially digested remains of the toxic pumpkin soup.

Dominic grabbed Vicky and scrambled to higher ground, blowing the whistle on his chest. "Stay calm! Come here! I've got mastiffs! Zombies don't stand a chance!" The largest mastiff shot forward like a bolt of lightning, jaws clamping down on a zombie's arm. But it didn't bite through. I ducked back into the security office, peeking cautiously. The zombie's rotted flesh revealed a strange, dark metallic sheen underneath. Its bones were harder than steel. One bite knocked out the mastiff's teeth. Only three days into the apocalypse, and the zombies had already started mutating.