Zombies 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She also had a thing for zombies, which was how the three of them connected and started chatting. She added fuel to a never-ending debate that Zeke and Trevor had for the longest time: Zeke with his distaste of the zombie subculture or with any silly import from the mother country versus Trevor's adoration of it. She was on Trevor's side and made their position more convincing. In the end, Zeke lost his stance on the zombie/Colony import debate but gained a new friend.

Aurora. One second he was sitting there beside me, looking at me, and the next he was gone. I watched him run from the car and embrace the small woman in the driveway. They held each other for what felt like forever. She had her back to me so I couldn’t see her face, but I could see Gunner’s. His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, his mouth flashed a full toothy grin. He never looked that way around me, he never looked at me like the way he did her. The more I watched, the more I burned. He picked her up and spun her around through the air. Her long hair covered her face, but I can only assume she looked as sickly happy as Gunner did. There was so much joy and happiness. I admit I felt envio

Between them, they could fix everything with not only the council but the people of Zidiah. The people of Zidiah lined the streets the day of Harry’s funeral. Even though I wasn’t there, our people were there to support Bastian and me in our grief, and I will be forever grateful. But something has to be done to make them forget what they know. If I know my mother, she’ll put a vampiric glamour over the people of Zidiah and the surrounding packs. No one will remember the day Harry Ashworth-Dalgaard died, and if I have my way, they won’t remember that Harry isn’t biologically mine and Bastian’s either. Mum will somehow get through to Dad; she always does.

Her perky tits bounce slightly under her T-shirt, and I need to turn around and stop looking for my own good. “Want to play zombies after breakfast?” Jackson asks Scarlet. “Today’s Scarlet’s day off,” I remind him gently. “She’s here but not really here.” Jackson tips his head. “Huh?” Scarlet laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Jackson’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Scarlet fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.”

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

She took out a dagger. Blood was seen everywhere. Before Lori fell, she reached out to touch my tombstone. "Don't be afraid, Chad. I'm coming to see you." When Lori died, I saw a white flash of light. I found myself in the nether world. The nether world guards brought me to face the ruler of the nether world. As I had lived a good life, he arranged for me to be reincarnated into a good family as compensation. I asked curiously, "What about Lori? What would become of her in her next life?"

I initially thought my teammates would welcome me, and my wife would hug me, but instead, the vehicle's door was firmly locked. Roars belonging to high-tier zombies came from every direction. Overhead, micro drones trained their cams on me, showing the camp's survivors how wounded and in despair I was. Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse.

My throat felt raw as I tried to push past her. Miranda shoved me hard. I stumbled into the wall, and the repair case slammed to the floor with a heavy crash. "Fix it? Looks more like you're planning to poison us!" She raised her voice, the sound echoing harshly through the corridor. "Everyone, come look! Zach's about to dump poison into the vents! I didn't approve a private room for him two days ago, and now he wants us all dead!" The alarm had already drawn a crowd. Panicked residents filled the hallway. At her shout, dozens of eyes snapped toward me.

Shen reemerged from the alley with a sharp length of wood and drove it deep into his opponent’s heart. I sucked in air when it hit me what was happening. “Vampires!” I bellowed frantically. I looked from Garth to Magdalena while I put my clothes in as fast as I could. “I have to go.” I flew out of the apartment with Magdalena and Garth close at my heels. It too her a minute to decide to get dressed and follow, but when she did it was with incredible speed and dexterity. We arrived just in time to witness Seth sucking on Shen’s neck.

"The figure turned at us and growled aggressively, his mouth was dripping f**king blood! He growled once again and started running towards us. "It's a f**king Zombie!!!" Jake, our goalkeeper yelled and we all scattered, running for our lives. I grabbed my bag and ran also, Ambrose and I ran in the same direction. We heard someone who sounded familiar scream, we stopped and turned back to see that Fern has been bitten on the neck, the zombie chewed on Fern's neck skin that he tore. Seconds later, Fern rose up also, not as Fernandez anymore but as a flesh-eating monster. "We need to f**king run!" Ambrose yelled and we took to our heels.