Zombies Diary Novels & Stories

Todd didn't want that. "Back to the report, please" Todd heaved a sigh of relief as Karl opened back the notes. "So, what is going to happen to the bitten" Karl sought answers again. "Have you ever watched a zombie movie?" Todd tried explaining in the easiest way he thought Karl would understand. "Are you saying they will become zombies?" Karl asked excitingly. "Yeah, more like that" Todd hoped he had satisfied him. "How are we going to know you are not lying" Karl asked ridiculously. Todd was maddened.

The hostel room was dimly lit, its battered furniture and faded look a stark reminder of the chaos outside. Joseph sat by the window, his fingers gripping the cracked sill as his gaze swept over the campus below. The zombies still shuffled aimlessly, their low growls and guttural noises cutting through the eerie silence. He willed them to move away, even if just for a moment, but they stayed rooted, their presence a constant reminder of the nightmare that had engulfed the campus.

Amid the dialogue, there were moments of laughter and shared reminiscence—a reminder that even in grief, the spark of life and love could not be extinguished. Back in the infirmary, as the night deepened further, Zuri found herself revisiting the diary she had kept. She flipped through the pages, each entry a mixture of raw emotion and the hope that had slowly begun to bloom despite the darkness. In one entry, written in a shaky yet determined hand, she had written: *“Every scar is a story, every tear a lesson. Today, we learn that healing is not forgetting, but growing stronger together.”* The words resonated with her now more than ever.

Switching off the main light, I switched on my bedside lamp hoping that it will draw less attention to my room and that ‘thing’ whatever it was would leave me alone. Opening my diary I recorded every single detail of tonight’s events. In case I die, I wanted my father and Dawn to know that my death was not an accident and that I was murdered by that alien, zombie, ghost, demonkind of thing…whatever it was. At least there are three strong men in this house who might protect me and keep me safe.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

NEVER! He pointed his camera at Bima, ready to record his fury. ZF-BOSS! You have to turn off your camera for this mission! Bima shouted. If you don't, we're all going to become disgusting content for the Stalker Zombies! ZF-BOSS went quiet, his eyes flickering between content enthusiasm and the fear of losing his 'rating'. Mmmph... Disgusting... content...? Sneaky... zombies...? OKAY... TURNING OFF...! But... must... record... Trauma Reaction...!

for her eyes to adjust to the dimness. When they did, she could see movement out on the barges. The band had begun putting away their instruments, too. In just a little while, it would be dark enough for the fireworks to start. She dropped the sparklers onto the ground in front of her and took Rave’s hand in hers. “Hey,” Cali said, leaning in front of Rave so she could talk to Leesa more quietly. “I almost forgot. Did you hear about those two kids in Maine who got all bit up? Their friends said it was zombies who did it, but no one could find any trace of ‘em. When Rave and his buddies killed the zombies in our dorm, the things stayed right where they died.” “Yeah, we heard about it,” Leesa

They did everything according to their plan but it doesn't work. The zombies came out and go straight to Hannah position again and again. This moment she lost her opportunity to play like a dead person, she wasn't able to go back to her former position. The zombies are smart as her, they noticed that Hannah's position that time has changed. They made them think that she's alive so they all came closer to her in a round position.

Zara’s POV Saturday dawned cold and bright, frost silvering the grass beyond my dorm window. I woke up shivering under thin covers, my breath fogging in the dim dawn light. Wolf sports day. Great. The entire academy was buzzing about it all week, but all I cared about was calling Aunt May. My mind burned with questions — about Mira Blackwood, about the journal hidden under my pillow, about why my name kept popping up in places it didn’t belong.

"Wha- now?" "Yes! Now!" "But whatever it is can wait, it can't be as important as you-" "Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!"