Zombies 4 Novels & Stories

Constant, who was in the Level Four control room, froze the moment he saw it. That brief hesitation was enough. The sudden appearance of the zombie sent panic ripping through the elite residents of Level Four. Very few ordinary people were left on that floor. It was mostly Ark One's upper class now, and all of them were scrambling to hide inside rooms. Right then, a large group descended from above. From the control room, Constant saw them on the monitors and shouted through the broadcast system, "It's you!" "Hello, Professor Stone," Hayley said with a smile as she looked straight into the camera. "We've finished cleaning up Level Three. But it looks like Level Four has a zombie problem, too

His shoulders sagged, and he shuddered despite himself. There were five of them—students—now part of the undead. A cold dread settled over him as he realized he recognized three of their faces. “If someone had told me four days ago that I’d be fighting for my life against zombies, I’d have had them checked for madness at the nearest mental facility,” Luke thought bitterly. His stomach churned as he stared at the door, its frame rattling under the relentless blows. How did it come to this? Just four days ago, life had been perfectly normal.

Everyone held their weapons close, ready to put our lives on the line. Explosions and gunshots kept coming from above, and the sound of the walls collapsing was deafening. The ground seemed to tremble under the force. On the fourth day, the noise abruptly stopped. We gathered nervously and stared at the door to the underground shelter. It slowly opened to reveal an exhausted soldier. "The wave of zombies has been dealt with. You can all come out now." Everyone cheered, and we slowly filed out of the shelter. The air outside smelled of gunpowder.

“Yes. They are very powerful!” Boom! A huge explosion suddenly erupted from the Temple. A great force blew open the Temple’s massive gates. All four of the scarred zombies had dashed out of the building.

“No, they haven’t buried any. They’re all at the hospital, up on the fourth floor. I think the bigwigs are still trying to figure out how the things came to exist, and what to do with ’em.” “Are the zombies contagious?” “I dunno, ma’am. I’m just a grunt. They don’t tell me anything. Those boys up on the fourth floor are a pretty tight-lipped bunch.”

“It said that Reive Eridanus had somehow united his life with that of the undead. And while this bone creature’s alive, the Undead King will live as well.” For some time, everyone fell silent in the marquee. Zomzom heard only the tread of his own feet. “It means we must just kill this monster,” the fourth man said. “Nothing complicated, right?” “Indeed,” someone snorted in response. “Just overwhelming a higher undead, taking into account our mages can hardly beat a zombie.” The man’s voice was full of contempt. “With all due respect,” someone interrupted him, “killing a zombie won’t be any trouble.”

Either way, I fell hard for him, even if he scared me. When I was sixteen, everything changed. The entire world changed because we realized we weren’t alone. I’m not talking about aliens. Nope, crazy as it sounds, I’m talking about Zombies. Not the slow, dumb kind. It turns out zombies are fast, strong, intelligent, and vicious. Not only do they eat brains, but they will eat human flesh if brains are available. We didn’t get zombies from a virus, a vaccine, or any of the normal things in the books, movies, or TV shows. It turns out zombies come from a mutated human gene that activates after death. This mutated gene is inherited by one's father if he carries the mutation.

I smacked him again. "Stop acting. I know we're thinking the same thing about her," I said, and he didn't respond but turned his back on me. "I'm just wondering, what if she discovered the truth? I'm terrified," I said, looking at my twin for a response, but he appeared to be thinking the same thing. She's been here for four months and hasn't noticed anything about the other maids, who are our previous maids who we got bored with and killed. We're vampires; it's only natural for us purebloods to kill humans because they're nothing more than food containers for us.

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak