Zombies 4 Novels & Stories

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

Except for a daring someone, the little girl gaze deepened again. The surrounding zombies and the woman that was being chased earlier to be eaten and was now forced by zombie 1 who is huffing in madness and its body already shrouded with darkness to the direction where zombie 4 corpse is for the reason of being the only one who had the power to bring back dead to life so in short, zombie 1 reason for dragging her rudely at the back of her collar is for her to revive zombie 4 back from the dead. But the thing that was even more rude is, they had unexpectedly got fed with dog food by the very own little girl whose hands had just killed a zombie ruthlessly a while ago and the unfeeling zombie t

Everything expired. Everything fell apart.Not anymore.She closed her eyes and pulled the spatial field back into her body. The command center reappeared around her. She picked up her tablet and checked the digital clock.[COUNTDOWN TO APOCALYPSE: 18 DAYS, 06 HOURS]Eighteen days. Her food would outlast the end of the world. The next morning, Maya drove her armored SUV into the heart of Sector 4. She needed to inspect a shipment of industrial-grade water filtration membranes arriving at the port district, but the route took her through the commercial center, where the streets were already beginning to show the first cracks of panic.

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y