Zombies Diary Novels & Stories

“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

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.

Watching the road below the way she watched everything, with the particular patience of someone who had learned a long time ago that threats rarely announced themselves. Caelith sat on the edge of the bed and talked. She started from the beginning. The dreams. The feeling on the street that first Wednesday. The black car and the chemical cloth and the ritual room with the candles that didn't flicker. The stranger who appeared and disappeared and submitted her essay and left her on a bench on a road nobody used. Zara, the courtyard, the blood deal. The journal. The friend she called at midnight who knew things she shouldn't have known from footnotes.

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

‘A fucking survival plan would be much more appreciated at the moment,’ I spoke to her, slashing off the heads of zombies who lunged at me. ‘God, where are you, Diana?’ Zephyr mind-linked me. There were almost thousands of zombies in the crater that smelled like rotten meat and rotting fishes. Of course, it was impossible for him to spot my exact location. I couldn’t say where I was. All the landmarks were crumbling down. ‘Hey Zeph, I know this isn’t the best time to say this, but… I really love you and even when I am not around I wish you all the happiness…’’

*Zombie* I bolt out of the old school like a bat out of hell, the door slamming behind me with a thud that echoes in the stillness of the night. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a frantic reminder of the chaos I just left behind. I can still hear Amber’s voice, the confusion and fear lacing her words as I sprint down the hallway, a wild frenzy coursing through my veins. Adis. The name reverberates in my mind like a drum, but it can’t be true. Adis is dead. He’s gone. I’m Zombie.

The zombies writhed below like creatures trapped in a deep pit, craning their necks upward. "Raarh… Raarh…" They stared at the living people above them with relentless hunger. Warren and the others instinctively backed away from the railing. Hayley stayed where she was, gripping the stair rail and looking through the gaps at the massive swarm. Her brows tightened. "Liam, how much longer?" "We've found the records room," Liam replied through the headset. "Looking for the files now. Twenty minutes at most." "Make it fast." Hayley didn't say anything else. She kept watching the pile of zombies below grow thicker and thicker.

To her surprise everywhere was full of Zombies. ************************************* When Jane and Johnson got to the biggest deport in east red marker was used to draw multiplication symbol on the entrance. Jane reversed and look at it very well and face Johnson. both look confused Jane continue driving. *DC* Zombies has full DC and has killed everyone except a three-years old boy that was locked in the bathroom by his mother. -------------------------- Jane and Johnson got to Luis' house. His door was locked with a key not known or found. Jane did not want to attract the zombies so she broke the window glass.