Zombies Bucky Novels & Stories

One of them handed him the hard disk. "Who else knew about this?" Jackson asked the guy holding him by the neck, putting the hard disk in front of his face. "No one!" the guy screamed fearfully. "Then, who are these?" he showed him the video he watched earlier. "No!" the guy screamed again. He looked around out of fear. Jackson wondered what made him so scared. "Do you know them?!" Jackson screamed at him to catch his attention. "That's the zombie girl. She would kill everyone. No one can stop her" he looked threatened.

Zack Flint answered. Candice Kim right now gasped at Zack Flint as she realized something, "You're a siscon!" she shouted which attracted the attention of Carlos Caparas and co., as well as, the zombie students. "You're so noisy" Zack Flint said and firmly gripped the baseball bat he has as he slowly exposed himself and Candice Kim followed as she covered her face with her hands.If there's a hole, she really wanted to hide her embarrassed face.

My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress. The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery. In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake. Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood." The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

“Lock the door!” Throwing the keys at one table as she entered her condo, Alex shrugged off her jacket and immediately proceeded to one room and retrieved one phone from a drawer, pushing the numbers hurriedly. She waited for her call to get through while she watched Zach do what she told him. “It’s Jade,” she barked when her call was answered. “Has Bucky made contact?” “Yes,” the one who answered responded. “Backup has already arrived and they already left the area. He will make contact again once he is already safe. I will send him the number to contact you.”

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

he placed his tip at her entrance, intensifying everything she was already feeling, "I want you, please, Zaddy." Shola woke up to the chirping of birds in the trees and the sun's rays blessing her beautiful bronze skin. She felt sore all over but great inside. She smiled to herself, coinciding her lower lip between her teeth and she remembered the previous night. That was when she realized she was no longer inside the red room. And also, that Solano was nowhere to found inside the room.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her. Ruth knelt amid a mountain of zombies and blood. Her entire body was drenched in blood, and the crimson glow in her eyes was beginning to fade. That was a sign of an ability user pushing past their limits and on the verge of losing control and turning into a zombie. The comments exploded into panic. [No! Ruth’s about to turn!] [Run, PC! Once Ruth loses control, the first person she’ll kill is whoever’s closest!] [What a tragic ending. Is this the karma for using someone’s feelings?]

But the bombs barely did any damage. Worse, one of the zombies had actually picked up a grenade and thrown it back at them. If its aim had been even slightly better, they would’ve been blown to pieces. At this point, the only reliable way to kill zombies was still destroying their brains. I frowned deeply. Just during the first week of the apocalypse, I was still able to burn large groups of zombies to death by detonating abandoned cars. And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”