Zombies Diary Novels & Stories

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

‎Of all the wretched, soul-scarring chores this new world had forced upon us, taking down the zombies was the worst. It wasn't just the danger; it was the profound, gut-churning disgust of it all. It was the most disgusting shit I’d ever done in my whole life, a phrase that felt woefully inadequate to describe the visceral horror. The act itself was a brutal, messy business. It wasn't like in the old movies, a clean shot to the head and a tidy collapse. It was a gruesome ballet of decay and resistance. The sickening, wet thud of the crowbar connecting with a skull that was more liquid than bone. The way they sometimes didn't just fall, but sort of… deflated, spilling their putrid contents on

I yelled. A rotten grabbed her coat and pulled her closer. I planted my feet on the ground and pulled, refusing to let her go without a fight. I’m losing ground, and several more zombies were coming for her. There’s so much blood in these woods that even I could smell it, and I’m not a predator like them. They’re being drawn to Diana like bugs to a porch light, and I couldn’t fight them all off. There were too many of them and not enough of us. The rotten holding onto Diana's coat leaned forward and sunk his teeth into her throat, silencing Diana’s whimpers. I screamed and pulled harder, refusing to let go of her. Dr. Melendez could save her. She'd be fine; we just have to get her back and e

After Julian died, the horde in the hallway did not leave. The dozens of zombies devoured every bit of Julian's flesh and blood, but they still lingered outside the penthouse. They could smell a living person through the crack under the door. Bang! Bang! The zombies began throwing themselves against the front door. But by the thirtieth day of the zombie apocalypse and a month of neglect, with Julian's frantic pounding and the zombies' relentless attacks, the door finally gave way. Metal groaned under the strain. And then…

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

It was a vast opening, a dark tunnel only illuminated by oil lamps carried by the witches. They entered a tunnel only to be attacked by abominations and dark creatures from the wetland. The abominations resembled zombies to Diana, and she reminded herself they were already dead. They all looked alike, except for one crucial detail. She could distinguish the dead from the living by their eyes.

CHLOE The house was quiet again, but not peaceful. It was Never peaceful. It was the kind of quiet that felt like it was listening, like the walls, the floors, the very air was just… waiting. Waiting for someone to break. Waiting for a truth to spill. Waiting for blood. I locked my bedroom door before I opened the diary again. Zoe’s diary. Only half of it existed now, the rest burned, edges blackened and curling, like the truth had tried to escape the flames and failed.

Zombie 2 added with a scared lifelike expression on its greyish face, scaring their two other companions that their eyes almost fell off. “Wu... Wu... Wu!!(I saw that too! I saw that too!)” Zombie 3 also trembled. Even though they were Zombies with no feelings, the little girl can easily make them have these emotions swirling in their chest like a storm. Ah so scared, they almost want to pee their pants right here, right now without being ashamed.