Romans & histoires Zombies

The countdown ticked down, and I could feel my anxiety building. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Then— the ground underneath the flags began terrible. The ground broke open, and three figures emerged. I froze on the spot, my blood running cold instantly. There were three Zombies. One was a sword-wearing hunk with piercing blue eyes. The second was a ripped boxer with a menacing scowl. And the third... oh god, it was a fox woman with piercing green eyes and a sly grin. The sword master spoke, his voice like honey. "Ah, fresh meat."

Even so, it still makes aggressive zombies not afraid of pain and panic, but fortunately, at this time, Tadhg Walter's Iron Earth Ax was able to kill it in time, using the strength of a level five white-haired zombie did not stop it. It didn't take long to get the Iron Earth Ax, plus the golden bug on the side, it didn't take long to kill the remaining level 5 white-haired zombies. As usual, Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General picked up a few white feathered zombie corpses of level four or higher and put them in the storage bag. The two of them couldn't help but take out another bag of things from their bodies, and i

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

They are dangerous. If ever Dr. Jhero orders them to attack us, to kill us, or to eat us alive, they wouldn't hesitate to do it. They've gone out of their mind and lost control over their body. And I just notice it now, their eye color changes too. Those who were turned into zombies, none of them have their original eye color. Because their irises were now blue, like those blue that you see on computer screens.

In my past life, I was naive. I trusted my husband, Leo, and my gold-digging stepfamily right up until the zombie outbreak hit and they threw me to the horde to save their own skins. I died screaming while they watched. Now, I’ve been reborn 30 days before the apocalypse with a system: an infinite dimensional storage space and a system that tracks the exact location and heartbeat of my betrayers. While Leo and my family scheme to steal my mother’s inheritance, I’m quietly selling off assets, building an underground fortress, and hoarding thousands of tons of hot meals, fresh water, and weapons. When the plague tears through the city and the dead begin to hunt, my family will realize

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

But that didn’t escalate our shock, this did. We started to hear movement somewhere around the store. Ambrose was behind us, he tried to move closer, and ‘tripped’ on something and fell. Hannah pointed her torch only for us to see that a zombie held Ambrose’s leg, before any action could be taken, the zombie dug her teeth into Ambrose’s leg which made him let out a scream of horror. “Fuck!!!” I yelled and grabbed a fire extinguisher and smashed it into the Zombie’s head as she was moving towards us.

The sound of charging zombies smashed into everyone's eardrums, causing them to shiver in fear. "We're going to die. We're going to die!" A student yelled as he attempted to flee his position. "You'll die if you run, but I won't stop you." The sound of a frigid voice resonated in the air. Rose assumed command. "Because zombies lack a brain and an eye, they can only detect movement and the smell of blood. The more you move, the more they will pursue you." Hearing that the student who attempted to flee bowed his head in shame.

"There's not enough!" Bobby frowned and looked up just as Ursula cursed and slammed her hand on the counter. It had only been a couple of hours since the attack on Johnny. The air still still tasted of his life essence. It danced on the tip of Bobby's tongue, teasing their taste buds and appetite. It was like walking into a kitchen after a roast chicken had been cooked in the oven or bacon had sizzled in a pan on the cooker. The actual temptation was gone but the remnants still lingered in the air to tease anyone who hadn't been around to savour the goods. For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to pr

[Name: Jake Maddox] [Race: Human] [Status: Healthy] [Sanity: 100/100] (Note: Below 30, suicidal thoughts. Below 20, auditory hallucinations. Below 10, total madness.) [Mind: 5] (Note: Average adult value. Higher Mind = better sanity resistance and faster recovery.) [Physique: 5] (Note: Composite of speed, strength, and defense.) He'd spent all yesterday hunting—over two hundred zombies killed. Every kill dropped loot. Universal Fuel was the most common drop, followed by food. Medicine was the rarest.