Zombies Dc Novels & Stories

The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified. “Daddy!” the boy screamed and sprang out of bed. Kill the boy now! “No,” Jason objected. At the door, Tommy struggled against the handle. That was when Jason saw it, red-eyed creatures, no taller than two feet, closing in around the boy. Kill him!

Becky was happy to see her sister enjoying herself. Their next visitors announced themselves by their noisome stench—undead corporeal revenants or zombies. As they passed by the locker, Millie shook her wand at them, but nothing she did could remove their smells of rotting carrion and odoriferous human offal. This night, the zombies did not rush and eat the humans they encountered. Becky wondered whether they weren’t as hungry as usual. She need not have felt concerned as they stormed the space across from her family’s unit and brought out a few of the coffins stored there, intending to eat their contents. When they opened the coffins and gorged themselves on the vampires’ bodies, leaving a

Not only were people being murdered in mysterious ways in the city but also others were mysteriously resurrecting. Left without another option at hand, she assigned a couple of officers to escort Jane and her friends to their homes. The new development meant that, her shift was nowhere near being over. It was about time they found out how someone missing for all the years and presumed dead was seen stalking students. She made a call to Adams to go to her place and keep an eye on Jane. Adams was still at the university library. Ever since Elizabeth’s mysterious death, he had found himself another hobby. Though had assured his students of vampires being mystical, it was a theory he needed to p

ᯓ★ When she got home, she noticed that there was a car parked in front of her house. It was Bryan’s. “What is he doing here now?” Ginger thought. She opened the car door and stepped out, shutting the door behind her. Bryan was ringing the doorbell, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. “Bryan? What are you doing here?” He almost jumped, surprised by Ginger’s voice. “You surprised me,” — he turned around to face her— “Who…who are you? You’re not Ginger!” Ginger chuckled. “Obviously? She’s dead, remember? I’m Lucy Solace.”

It seemed even the military personnel had realized that the zombies were simply impossible to wipe out. The neighborhood was quiet, but abnormally so. We occasionally heard some zombie roars, and there was no one alive in sight. Joyce looked out the window curiously at the zombies roaming around outside. "Mommy, why won't they stop walking?" She still couldn't understand life and death. I said cajolingly, "Because they're very ill and can't go home. If you see people like them outside, remember to hide, okay? Or you won't be able to come home, too. Do you understand me?"

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.

Her fingers flicked upward, and a ring of arcane symbols spun to life beneath her boots, faint blue like moonlight through ice. Three zombies breached the threshold at once, tossing aside the barricade that we’d sweated our butts off to push into place earlier. It was surreal enough (zombies in real life and not on a movie screen) but the ease with which they moved that barricade displayed a baffling amount of strength. The zombies weren’t built like linebackers, far from it. They were the ribs-sticking-out figures from old black and white news clips of the Holocaust concentration camps. They shouldn’t be strong at all. But then, they were dead and shouldn’t be moving at all, so there was th

The air smelled of decay and fear, a pungent reminder of the horror that had engulfed the campus. They paused at the entrance to a lecture hall, the faint sound of movement coming from within. Luke gestured for Bayo to stay back as he peered through the cracked door. Inside, a group of zombies shuffled aimlessly among the overturned desks, their heads twitching as if sniffing for prey. "Five of them," Luke whispered. "We’ll have to take them out." Bayo nodded, his grip tightening on his pipe. "Quietly?" "Quietly." The two slipped into the room, their movements deliberate and precise. Luke approached the nearest zombie, his enhanced strength allowing him to deliver a quick, powerful blow to t

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

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