Zombies #someday Novels & Stories

You think there is no tomorrow because they want it over as soon as possible. Under Brandon's unwavering leadership, they remained undeterred by the challenges they faced, fueled by the knowledge that their efforts could mean the difference between life and death for countless others. Hannah, Marcky, and Brandon ventured into the surrounding community, their mission being to clear the area of any lingering threats. Armed with their weapons and fueled by a sense of purpose, they methodically swept through the streets, eliminating any remaining zombies that crossed their path. With Jarvis's keen ability to detect the presence of the undead, they moved with caution and precision, ensuring the s

“We had to separate them, but it looks like it’s working on both. We’re going to go out tomorrow and get a few more zombies to cure. What do you think?” Eddie smiled. “The more the merrier, I say.”

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

Her palm still in the same place. I embraced her and put a wide smile on. I need to go clear myself to Brayden tomorrow. Tomorrow's mission.

The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified. “Daddy!” the boy screamed and sprang out of bed. Kill the boy now! “No,” Jason objected. At the door, Tommy struggled against the handle. That was when Jason saw it, red-eyed creatures, no taller than two feet, closing in around the boy. Kill him!

she said as Eric sighed. "I see that you do not understand anything. Oscar, Freddy, Raven, the evil nurse, and the rest of them out there are not zombies" "Then what are they? Cohorts to the Master?" She inquired as he shook his head sideways. "They are the Advanced Z" "Advanced Z?" She asked. "Yes. Advanced Z. There are three types of Zombies. The zombies, Failed Experiments and the Advanced Z" he spoke as she listened to him attentively while he explained.

Blue immediately nods his head. “Okay so here is the plan. I am sending ten monsters to attack the Ma Vista’s tomorrow and I need you too...” The next morning is Mayhem all the monsters gather in the backyard as they prepare to hear all the monsters that will be going to the Ma Vista’s today. There is an excited buzz that floats around the yard as they all stand there waiting for me to finally address them. Finally I stand, all the monsters stop whispering to one another and the backyard falls silent.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

Without my mutative abilities to reinforce the camp's defenses, they wouldn't hold up much longer. I clenched my fist, my nails digging into my palm. Tomorrow would be day three. Emilia, this would be your last chance. The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon when I stormed out of the isolation room. Those gray-white streaks on my right arm had already spread halfway up my shoulder. A night had passed, and the air smelled even more rancid now. I could feel the zombies closing in. Without me as the primary fighter, the camp wouldn't last much longer.

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."