Zombies #someday Novels & Stories

Rex didn’t lose hope that the hoard would move on until the third day when their ready food was dwindling and the aroma of cooking was out of the question. They were going to have to do something. But, what? He sat down next to Felix -who, by now, was calmer, but still nervous and worried- and penned the message that they were going to have to think of a way to destroy the zombies or they’d end up starving to death. Felix vigorously shook his head, but Rex refused to take “no” for an answer. Holding Felix’s chin with his strong fingers, he forced him to look him in the eye while he nodded with all seriousness. Silent tears of terror flowed down the young man’s cheeks, but he said nothing.

Steve and Kyle looked excited, but Demitri and Becca were not really into killing their brain cells. "I don't know." Becca said, rubbing her arms in discomfort. "Please Becky? I want to have some fun memories with you before finals." Kendra begged. Becca thought about it, but was still uncertain. "You know, I read something that said like.. alcohol only kills the dumb brain cells." Kyle encouraged. Demitri put a hand on Becca's shoulder.

"Wha- now?" "Yes! Now!" "But whatever it is can wait, it can't be as important as you-" "Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!"

The comes back to send the soldiers to check the building again the next day . The couple takes out the children again from the space and they leasury spend the day in their small garden with the fruit trees. Unexpectedly to the couple ,that night , the zombies become restless . They making so much sound and even climbs the buildings. Afraid the noises will disturb the twins and the baby , once again they are put in Elina's space . " Something must had stimulate the zombies." Adrian worried voice from the living room . " Is it because the warm or the heat came from the stove ." "

There were thousands of rooms here, hoping they would never find her. She closed the door and sat down on the ground, panting and sweating. After she settled down, she began to look around the room. However, she suddenly stopped and the cold sweat that had just stopped came out again - someone was living in this room. What a concept! All the satellite towns outside the high walls of Yuecheng have been abandoned. No one will live here, and even if there are stubborn people who are unwilling to leave their hometown, they will soon become one of the zombies. This situation has lasted for almost twenty years.

That was far better than hiding in some empty mountain hollow with nothing to eat and constant zombie attacks. At Tomorrow Base, there were only two kinds of people: people who could kill zombies and people who were extremely good at killing zombies. Under their leader, they established a zombie kill quota. Every person had to turn in one zombie head per day. Fail, and your own head was on the line. With such a ruthless fighting force, Tomorrow Base secured a foothold in the city center and kept growing stronger. Another subordinate sneered. "A trash league like that could never compare to our Tomorrow Base. Leagues like theirs are probably made of small suburban bases that couldn't survive

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!" Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.