Zombies 4 Novels & Stories

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Brie sat with wide eyes. No way. No way was this real. On the computer screen, flashed four big words. "THE WORLD IS ENDING." She scrolled through twitter, seeing tweets on how to stay alive. Apparently, it was a virus only caught if the body fluids of a carrier entered your body. Brie glanced at Adam, thinking about his wound. What about Melissa? "Okay... Focus." She patted the desk and continued to read. Hopefully, there'd be something helpful, something to keep them alive. She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago.

she said as Eric sighed. "I see that you do not understand anything. Oscar, Freddy, Raven, the evil nurse, and the rest of them out there are not zombies" "Then what are they? Cohorts to the Master?" She inquired as he shook his head sideways. "They are the Advanced Z" "Advanced Z?" She asked. "Yes. Advanced Z. There are three types of Zombies. The zombies, Failed Experiments and the Advanced Z" he spoke as she listened to him attentively while he explained.

Mydra added, “The flashes of war and destruction that you had seen earlier, Valencia, it was the Ancient mage’s doing. Of course, we didn’t want him killed but then we realized that he was growing increasingly hateful towards werewolves. So I and Calhoun decided that it was the best to let him die.” The surprises being thrown at them were too much to handle. Dominic stopped playing with the knots for a moment as both he and Valencia took the time to process the information. As the four of them were busy chatting, Trecdor got up from the floor and added, “While this is all very amusing, let’s play ‘catch up’ later, I just want all of you to die.” Saying so, Trecdor looked at his men who immed

I didn’t hear it – I almost forgot that I should be deaf! I take back my baseball bat and smash its head. It takes 4 full strenght smash to die, I now realize why they called it a zombie. Every city in the world has an Island, which contains monsters. Did… the Island in this area not yet clean? No, it should be clean! Before facing Nathan, we made sure that all areas is cleaned.

Driven by the scent of the meat, the zombies would mindlessly keep running forward nonstop. The cages were connected directly to generators, which meant those zombies would now produce electricity for me day and night. A few more setups like this, and I’d never have to worry about power again. After solving the electricity problem, the system rewarded me with another huge batch of survival points. And I had already spent part of those points preparing a little surprise for Sharon. The moment Sharon noticed the facial recognition scanner on the gate, her eyes lit up with excitement. The two of us looked almost identical.

"Do you hear that, Quinton? They're all dead… That's the sunrise you bought for Madeline with everyone's lives. Are you satisfied now? "Even your mother, whom you respect the most, was killed because of you!" Back at the base, the safe door was already twisted out of shape, hanging open like a torn mouth. Pools of bright red blood had formed on the ground. Shattered limbs, ripped clothing, and scattered organs were mixed in a grotesque mess. A few zombies were already crouched over the bodies, tearing into the remains with wet, grinding sounds. Seeing that scene, I finally couldn't hold it in anymore. I bent over and retched. Tears spilled out uncontrollably. We were too late. In the end, I

With his silver dagger, he cleanly decapitated the heads of four Werewolves. Zeda watched in awe, which curdled into horror when two of the heads rolled toward her. She felt bile rise in her throat but forced herself not to throw up or scream. Carrie emerged from the fourth room, guiding two terrified young girls, barely past their teenage years, to stay put close to the elevator. She left the sobbing girls to head back and rescue others. The remaining twelve Werewolves were now on all fours: twelve gigantic, enraged wolves snarling at the team—some black, some brown, some gray.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.