Zombies #someday Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, the comments were having the time of their lives. [Yes! This is exactly how they should be tortured!] [Dan got caught stealing dog food yesterday. It had me in stitches.] [But be careful, PC. The comments are saying a zombie wave is coming soon, and Callie seems to be secretly gathering strength. She might try something.] A zombie wave? I narrowed my eyes. It looked like the last bit of value those two pieces of good-for-nothing had was finally about to be cashed in. However, what I didn’t expect was how quickly the zombie wave would arrive.

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

"Why are we sitting here listening to a girl? You've got us working twenty-four-hour shifts, locking down the compound, and calling in our families like the sky is falling. If we're going to war, just give us a target!" ​"Yeah," another man chimed in, leaning forward with a patronizing smirk. "Who are we fighting again? The Calpanos? The Martins? Boss, we don't need to excavate underground bunkers and build twenty-four-foot walls for those insects. We can wipe them out in a weekend." ​A wave of low, mocking laughter broke out around the table. ​I kept my expression completely blank, though my blood began to simmer. I knew better than to mention the words ‘zombies or apocalypse.’

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

“It is best that we stay together.” “Daddy’s worried,” Aislen reached for Talen’s hand. “There are bodies appearing and disappearing,” Heath replied dryly. “I think we should all be worried.” “Zombies, argh! So corny horror movie,” Rhett said with enjoyment miming clawed hands and a snarl from behind Talen before ducking under Talen’s arm. “Come on, then Aislen,” he took the laptop from Heath. “Let’s go get some work done. It’s the only way that anyone is going to get laid around here.”

" Things were quiet for the next three days. I kept checking in, and Chester kept reassuring me, no weird dreams, nothing out of the ordinary. He even tiptoed around the idea of seeing a shrink, but I was not having any of it. Just when I started to relax, that's when it happened. Chester did not come home one night, and his phone might as well have been a brick. That old, uneasy feeling crept back in, and I bolted for the cemetery. There he was, sitting by my dad's grave, a mouthful of pâté and a half-empty glass of whiskey, toasting the air. My heart twisted in my chest. "Don't you dare eat that! Spit it out, now!" I dashed over, pounding on his back, desperate to make it stop.

The room was stocked with instant meals left by the security guards. Better yet, the toolboxes were fully loaded—hammers, axes, everything I could need. Even if zombies found my hideout, I wouldn't be a sitting duck. Seconds ticked by. The faint scent of blood hung in the air. My three cats slept peacefully on the break beds, oblivious to the disaster about to descend. I stared at my watch, heart pounding. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… [Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse World. The game begins now. All players, survive at all costs.]

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”