Zombies Diary Novels & Stories

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.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Her perky tits bounce slightly under her T-shirt, and I need to turn around and stop looking for my own good. “Want to play zombies after breakfast?” Jackson asks Scarlet. “Today’s Scarlet’s day off,” I remind him gently. “She’s here but not really here.” Jackson tips his head. “Huh?” Scarlet laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Jackson’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Scarlet fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.”

After sixteen years; Maggie's point of view: I ran. Quickly. From one room to another. I couldn't breathe they were everywhere. I thought maybe I could run through a window and stepped by it. I looked through it when suddenly I saw a pale with long fangs zombies near my trash. He stopped for a second and then ran with huge speed into me. Others joined him too, they broke a window. Their pale, dirty, dead, and cold hands tried to touch me. But I stepped away just in a time, one of them only destroyed my sleeve, not my shoulder. But It almost had me. Others were standing by my broken doors. I only saw their hands through sticks, they tried to reach me too around their nails was blood some of t

She quickly looked away. Damien’s sharp gaze lingered on both of them. “We’re the last ones left with clear minds. If we die here, the world outside these gates falls completely. No cure. No hope.” A loud crash echoed from the upper floors. Bookshelves toppled somewhere in the stacks. Infected had breached a side window. Kael stood, rolling his shoulders. “Talk time’s over. We clear this floor, then head to the underground archives. They’re warded deeper than this entrance.”