Zombies Scooby Doo Novels & Stories

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 sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“I’ll be damned if I’m taken naked again.” She couldn’t explain why she found his comment amusing, but she did. He gave her an odd look at the sound of her faint giggle, but said nothing as he quickly pulled on his clothes. They’d just finished pulling on their boots when a zombie -who had once been a male human- burst out of the brush. For a zombie, its speed was fairly quick, which led them to believe that it was advanced. It completely ignored them as it headed for the deer.

“The Tall Man isn’t a ghost. He’s a zombie!” Scarlet smiles, going over to the base of the stairs. “Well, you’re in luck. I just happen to know that zombies don’t like cinnamon. All we have to do is put a little pinch of it by your door and he won’t be able to come into your room anymore.” “Really?” Jackson’s face lights up. “Really.” Jackson comes down the stairs. “Are you my nanny?” “I am. My name is Scarlet.” “I’m Jackson. I’m four years old. Did you know that babies grow inside their mommy’s tummies before they pop out of their belly button?”

We couldn't see anything, not ourselves but feel each other and heard screams of everyone wanting to be free from the dark clouds around us. I cried scared of what was happening. Suddenly my eyes opened hearing a loud growl. A werewolf. My body shakes holding my mom scared. "We found that sheep in wolf clothing!" I heard Bazar yell. My fingers dug into my mom's skin but frightened as I heard the werewolf and protectors fighting. I screamed as it made a loud sound of being killed. "Get rid of the wolfsbane," I heard Bazaar.

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

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.

“Opinions?” Our hesitation seemed to provoke Dr. Schnell. “Der ist no time for an American-shtyle football huddle! They will be comink! They vill not shtop!” “Who won’t stop, Dr. Schnell?” Mont called out. “The Zombies! Now get in here und ve can all help each other survive, or I vill leaf you all out there to die. Your choice.” “He may be an evil son of a bitch, but I think he’s being for real right now,” Rachelle said. “I’ve never seen him so freaked out.”

She asked. "As far as we know, those are no more people. They are zombies" I said. "We are all gonna die," She said as she sank her butts on the couch. "Not if we stay inside," Ambrose said. "For how damn long?" She asked. "Well... till they find a solution probably," I said. "See, I've watched a lot of Zombie movies, and most of those movies ended without getting a cure!" Hannah said. "My parents are in Florida, I have no idea if they're fine" She muttered.