Zombies Novels & Stories

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

*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.

Hayley's guess was completely right. As soon as they reached the transfer hall at the top of the stairs, they could sense dark shapes moving along the western corridor. Through countless battles between humans and zombies, several key zombie behaviors had become clear. Zombies mainly hunted humans through smell and sound. Their cloudy, cataract-like eyes couldn't actually see people at all. That conclusion came from Ruby's research. The zombie-blocking spray she developed was based on this exact weakness. If zombies really could see, they wouldn't just stand there and let humans escape.

Casey Waiting for the dead to attack ended up being the longest twenty minutes of my life. Unsure of what to expect, I was practically hyperventilating when the shambling horde of hungry biters was only a few houses away. Zombies couldn't throw rocks through our windows or use weapons of any kind other than their own bodies, but it didn't make our circumstances any less terrifying. When the group finally made it to the road in front of my house, it surprised me to see they were somewhat docile, at least for now. It appeared as if they were moving just to move with no designated stopping point.

Scarlett gasped, "oh my God, are you actually running from the law?" "What-" "You're a criminal aren't you? Oh my God I'm now an accessory to some fucked up crime!" Oh god, Scarlett thought, her brain completely freezing up as Miranda stared her down. ' She's going to walk out. She's going to walk out that door, and I'm going to lose my plant user, and I'll be all alone again.' Scarlett thought. She couldn't tell her about the zombies. If she said, 'Hey, in twenty-nine days people are going to turn into zombies like those scary movies,'

She just stood there, her palm pressed against the glass, watching the man who had pushed her into a pack of monsters in another life be torn apart by the very same creatures. The infected didn't stop. They fed with a terrifying, mechanical efficiency, their jaws working in unison, their yellow eyes blank and focused. Adrian's body twitched, then went still, his eyes fixed on the smoke-choked sky, his mouth hanging open in a silent, final scream.The horde fed for three minutes. Then, as if on cue, they lifted their heads in unison, their faces streaked with Adrian's blood, and turned toward the gate. Toward the warmth. Toward the fortress.

Level 1. Assassin. Starting gear: one rusty revolver and a really bad attitude. Aria was an insurance adjuster with a gaming habit and a Charisma score she's still offended by. Then she wakes up in a crumbling high-rise in a ruined city, with a health bar floating in her vision and a terminal telling her she's a Level 1 Assassin. Her loadout is a single Colt, a knife, and four boxes of ammo. No respawn button. No manual. No one to tell her whether she can quit. The city is full of zombies, and she's a terrible shot. But she's a quick study. With a secondhand baseball bat, a scruffy little dog named Midnight, and a talent for turning panic into XP, Aria s

The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up! "Ah!" Screams erupted instantly. The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me. "Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me. The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!" He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

It seemed even the military personnel had realized that the zombies were simply impossible to wipe out. The neighborhood was quiet, but abnormally so. We occasionally heard some zombie roars, and there was no one alive in sight. Joyce looked out the window curiously at the zombies roaming around outside. "Mommy, why won't they stop walking?" She still couldn't understand life and death. I said cajolingly, "Because they're very ill and can't go home. If you see people like them outside, remember to hide, okay? Or you won't be able to come home, too. Do you understand me?"

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks