Zombies 3 Wyatt Novels & Stories

Bella grabbed Dylan and bolted for higher ground, blowing the whistle at her chest. "Don't panic! Get over here! I've got Caucasian Shepherd Dogs. One zombie's nothing!" At her signal, the biggest Shepherd launched forward like a missile. It locked onto the zombie's arm and yanked with everything it had. The zombie didn't move. I backed into the security booth and peeked out. Under the rotting flesh the dog had ripped open, dark gray metal glinted. The bone was so hard it knocked the dog's molar clean out. Three days in, and the zombies were already mutating.

December 1, 2050 - Colleti Research & Experimental Facility, Wolfe Creek Crater Western Australia I think my mind is going to explode any minute from now. The news of the zombie outbreak is shaking my whole system, and finding out that the crowd I saw on the ground are actually zombies did not help either. Until we reach our destination, I am as mute as an isolated room in the middle of a desert. Sean guides me to climb down the helicopter and in an instant, the idea of zombies was averted from my mind when I see where we are.

"Don't! That's high-purity nano repair compound. There are only three cans left in the entire shelter!" My vision went red. If the core melted down without it, nothing could save us! "Zach, you're quite the actor."

She will go to play slowly for a while. As the zombies left in a haste to save their poor life, Zombie 3 says confusingly, “Wu…Wuwu? (That man was clearly a zombie, yet why was he standing so close to that bad girl?)” Zombie 3 while running sluggishly asked the other 3 Zombies.

Tadhg Walter returned Iron Earth Ax's hand, taking advantage of these two to collect these green-haired zombies was much more convenient. "In contrast, there are two or three people, but there is a little distance, that is, I don't know if there are other zombies in the way." Cadell Brian hesitated for a moment to speak. "Put a few green-furred zombies of level four or higher in the carry-on bag, I'll be useful." Tadhg Walter assigned two people, this green-haired zombie died of terror, he was too lazy to take action, just when the two demons were in front of him, it was right that they were wasted.

She didn't say anything else after that. Joyce curled up in my arms as Mom and I grabbed our guns and headed to the second floor to shoot the unwelcome visitors down. Meanwhile, Emmett guarded the door on the first floor. The gate fell open with a loud crash, and chaotic footsteps stormed into the yard. It didn't take long for someone to step on the nails scattered all over the place. They howled in pain. The noise attracted the roaming zombies, who flooded in and surrounded the group. Several seconds later, all that was left was the sound of the zombies groaning and blood on the ground.

With a less-than-manly squeak, the driver jerked the RV to the side of the road and brought it to a halt. By then, William had already decapitated three of the wolves before they even had time to process what was happening and was quickly making his way forward. Fury emanated from him like a living, breathing thing. Emily heard the explosive sound of a gunshot and it caused her sensitive ears to ring painfully. She looked up and saw Amber on her knees; turned around to face the living quarters of the RV interior with a gun in her hand. A quick glance at William showed the first shot had missed him, but the gun was now trained on his chest and he stood perfectly still, watching her carefully.

"This is a murder attempt, Bryce. Be prepared to spend the rest of your life in prison!" Bryce's expression was savage as he cursed at her out loud. "You're a b*tch, Lori Levaine! If I knew how much of a b*tch you were, I would have ridden you to death in bed!" Lori felt nauseated. Her expression turned grim as she asked Bryce, "I'm going to ask you one last time. Tell me where Chad is right now." Bryce started laughing wildly again when he heard Lori's question. His laugh was sinister and crazy. "Haven't I been clear enough, Lori? Chad Lowry is dead. He died in that accident on the bridge…"

Only three days into the apocalypse, and the zombies had already started mutating. The mastiff, unable to attack, was instantly killed. More people were bitten, more zombies appeared. The mutated ones were faster, smarter, and now headed straight for Dominic and Vicky. "Ahhh! What do we do? Go, all of you!" Vicky let go of the leashes. The other two mastiffs charged—but were soon surrounded and slaughtered. The humans who had been outside retreated upstairs. With no targets left, the zombies' noses twitched, scenting my direction.

Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her." He looked at Eugene. "Did she tell any of you that?" Eugene looked diffident. Everything he'd told me that morning were lies—there wasn't any auction, nor did they have to go anywhere with Gary. It was only from their conversation that I learned they'd all been out together to celebrate Phoebe's cat's birthday. It turned out I couldn't even compare to a cat. I rubbed my chest, feeling bitter. It was weird. Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead?