Zombies 3 Exceptional Zed Novels & Stories

Then, Theresa sighed and directly met the Captain’s gaze. “Captain, you can say that I am just imagining or hallucinating with what I will say but I promise you, what I hear and saw is really the truth,” Theresa said in a whispering tone. “What do you mean?” the Captain asked. “Last night, when I was about to empty the trash bin in our house, I heard a sudden scratch from the Zedler’s house and because of my curiousity, I was already outside the house that time and all I can see was silhouettes of different people. I directly recognized Satchel Zedler’s back because of the little light from the street lamps. A-and when he turned his head at my direction… H-he…” the shock was still visible in

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.

as the three of them form a circle and let the seventh princess stood at the center. Wei Zhi Yin immediately release ice needles as he wave his right hand as they immediately shoot towards the bodies of the zombies, making the level three zombie and below paralysed as ice immediately appeared in their body where the needle have been shot as it scattered immediately to the rest of their body. Making them frozen in ice and crack in small pieces before falling to the ground.

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 immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

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.

Gerard frowned and asked, "Is he that powerful?" "It's an exclusive secret technique. It has to be powerful," someone explained. Zeke knew a secret technique that allowed him to summon zombies and corpses for combat. Countless deceased individuals had been buried over the centuries, so Zeke basically had unlimited corpses at his disposal. It was indeed a formidable spell. The corpses had no souls and felt no pain, so they fought fearlessly. Ordinary cultivators did not stand a chance. Only a Sanctuary level cultivator like Chester could fight back. Chester saw how powerful the zombie was, so he shouted and unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy instantly. The tiger-head spear ignited with s

“It might hurt more at first, since the nanobots repair from the inside out, focusing on nerve endings and…” “Do it,” she demanded, her tone firm and steady. “I can’t live like this Connor. Please.” Connor sighed, showing the smallest touch of true emotion as he looked up and away from his little sister, before turning his gaze back towards us, hiding his true feelings behind an icey, professional mask. “ASP,” he speaks into the air. “Tell Dr. Monroe to bring Chameleon III to Room 7.” “Compliance,” a digitized voice vibrates from overhead. “Approximate arrival in 3 minutes.”

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.