Zombies 4 Plot Novels & Stories

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

"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

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.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

"He didn't create the Zombie King by accident, Sera. He built it. He built me." The words hung in the cold, quiet room between them, and Sera felt the full weight of what he'd just confessed settle over her like something physical—not just an answer to Lucien's mystery, but a door opening onto something far larger and more deliberately terrible than she'd let herself fully imagine until this exact moment. Whatever Crowe had spent decades patiently building, whatever pattern connected a solemn-eyed boy in an old file photo to an entire apocalypse now reshaping itself beyond anyone's ability to predict it, Sera understood with sudden, sick clarity that Lucien wasn't simply another piece of evi

Willow and Igor counted 7 cages that were locked, which means there were 70 of them that went out to do the work. Igor and Willow watched from the cage they were in and monitored everything that was going on. When the two zombies were done with locking up the cages, they left through the opened gate and the short man was still standing there, looking at the cages in case he would see anyone making trouble. Soon, four zombies emerged from a room with a big tray they were rolling on a table that had tires. This caught the interest of Willow and Igor as they watched what was going on. These four zombies started sharing what they brought for each of the zombies. And they were rushing it as if th

and she actually looks frightened for a second before turning her attention back to the field. "Take that evil skank," I think as I turn my attention back to the field. The truth of Zor's words instantly hits me as I see the next beast. This monster is definitly worse. It has dark bark-like skin giving it the perfect camouflage for living amongst the trees on Shikaz... This creature will be on the planet where I live. Cull will have to fight them while hunting. I shake away that dark thought he is from the planet Shikaz. He isn't unfamiliar with them. I refocus on the creature. It is standing on two legs like the Bunte, but it has four arms with human-like fingers, not hooves. The Latroot's

Jay’s eyes turned completely blue. He screamed. Z-04 twisted its head toward him immediately. The giant’s voice slammed into their skulls: “Z-01 anomaly detected. Deletion protocol engaged.” Lena’s blood ran cold. Z-04 wasn’t after her. It was after Jay. Alexander’s head snapped toward Z-04. “You come near him—NEAR HER—AND I WILL RIP YOUR CORE OUT!” He leapt into the air again. Z-04 grabbed him mid-flight and slammed him into the ground so hard the snow burst upward like a geyser.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

She somehow knew that Dior wouldn't do this, especially if his family is under the government's ‘care’. Her subordinate noticed this and coughed. “It is indeed not from the Monarch, at least from what we observed, he's in deep coma and no fluctuations of energy came out of him. The fluctuations happened in J City. While some cities had fluctuations after the one in J City, none of this happened in our B City, especially in the Base.” “Then how could those zombies collude with each other...it only means that someone is leading them but—impossible!” The Governess immediately rejected the bold idea that came in her mind.