Zombies Eliza Novels & Stories

Initializing delayed slaughter milestones. Then a loud PING exploded in my brain. It was so loud and sharp that my ears started ringing instantly. It completely drowned out the screaming of the monsters outside. It drowned out the loud wailing of the emergency sirens. The red flashing text on the screen suddenly broke apart into tiny pieces. Then, a brilliant, blinding white light flooded the room, forcing me to throw my arm over my eyes to keep from going blind. [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST EVA!]

She covered her mouth tightly instead, her eyes flashing with terror and selfishness. "Open the door! Jessica! You witch! I went out there for you, and you won't open the door?!" Julian cursed outside. Jessica not only refused to open the door, but she also dragged her swollen legs backward inch by inch until she reached the bedroom. Through the thick front door, she shouted, "Julian, you've been bitten! You're about to turn into a zombie! I can't open the door. If I do, I'll die too! You love me so much, so let me live! You can die in peace. I'll remember you forever!"

Shane asked if they’d encountered any other sort of monsters we needed to know about when they were in Wallachia, and Christian said, “Sirens.” “You mean like Eliza?” Elliott asked, sitting up straight in his chair. Eliza was kicked off of the KC team before I joined it, but she was the one on the bridge in Philly who was ready to shoot Giovani even though he threatened to kill me if she didn’t put her weapon down. I couldn’t imagine encountering anyone as heartless as her, even in the form of a Vampire. But I also wasn’t quite sure what Elliott was getting at. I knew what a siren was from mythology. Is that what Eliza was?

Alice asks raising her hand. “What do you mean, Alice?” “My team is incomplete, Eliza has not come back yet, and Wendy… is not very helpful… we are short on people,” she explains making a face. I am worried about Eliza, I wish I could talk to her just to know if she is okay, she has not come back since that day. According to the Matrons, she is sick with the flu, but I do not buy that. I fear something bad happened to her and I worry.

“Miss Robbins, are… Are you still listening?” “I heard you.” Eliza flipped the egg again. She said, “Charity is already dead. Her parents are dead too. What use is there in revoking her criminal charges?” That person went silent upon hearing that. “Thank you. I’m hanging up.” Eliza put down her phone. She turned off the fire and closed her eyes. She had never felt so upset since her rebirth. Her body would have already been eaten up by the fish. However, they just said she was innocent. Haha.

Eliza's voice cut back in. "If you just go home right now and apologize to Leon and tell him you were making everything up, I'll throw in another million dollars. Consider it… medical expenses for your dad." I spoke right into the receiver, pronouncing every single word clearly. "Eliza, that's called funeral expenses. And I haven't settled the score with you for reversing the ransom money and getting Dad killed." "What nonsense are you talking about?" Eliza's voice spiked sharply. "What do you mean reversing the ransom? I just—"

She was starting to put the pieces together. “You don’t know that.” Just as my mother was about to speak again, a noise from the other side of the room interrupted us. “Zak?” A tired voice says. Eliza I scrunch my nose and close my eyes tighter as the sound of angry, hushed voices causes my head to throb worse. My body ached all over and it took more effort than normal just to rub my temples in an attempt to relieve the pain. I squinted, allowing a little light to come through and managed to see Zak with his Mom on the other side of the room. They seemed to be arguing, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I didn't even recognize the room we were in.

"Two miles that way—there's an abandoned subway station. There are backup detonators inside. Since you're all so eager to help, why don't you go get one for him? It's only a few hundred zombies. You're kind-hearted and gentle—surely the zombies wouldn't have the heart to bite you." Eliza froze. Her face drained of color as she instinctively took a step back. "I… I can't go. I've only ever been a livestream host, Iris. I've never had any training—" "Why were you so quick to give it away then?" I cut in sharply. "Were you planning to send me to clean up your mess, or to send one of our teammates to their death instead? You're awfully generous when you're spending other people's lives."

she asked, “You expect me to believe that you each have a computer chip in your eye that lets you communicate telepathically? No way, that’s not possible. I believe the Vampires, Ternions, and the Pastels, or whatever they’re called, but there’s no way I believe that you have a chip in your eye. That’s insane! If that were true, we’d all have them.” Jamie and Eliza exchanged glances. “I guess you’ll believe that part later when we implant yours then,” she said, laughing. Suddenly, her demeanor changed, and she looked like a scolded puppy. “See now, what was that?” Cadence said, picking up on it as she pointed across the room at the other woman. “Why did you make that face?” Eliza’s eyes were