Zombies Spongebob Novels & Stories

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

Turning around, I already know what he sees, because I feel the way the room suddenly darkens and everything grows quiet. Smelling death in the air, I watch as her face changes ever so slightly and her pale skin turns grey. She smiles again and shows the rows of razor sharp teeth, just waiting to peel off our flesh as she sends us a warning. She disappears, just as quick as she appeared and Mr. Hernandez jumps up from the table, almost taking it with him.

He started going. “And where do you think you’re going?” asked princess Zuba “I am walking away; we don’t belong together” “I was going to kill you, or turn you into a vourdalak”, she told him. “But no, you will live; I have marked you with my bite”. She started crying with one eye. When Jason saw this, he returned and embraced her. He checked her face, and embraced her again with tight grip. The two were locked for some moments.

“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.

This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing. No! Not now! He still has questions. He still has curiousity to uncover. And he feels like he still can't get enough of her scent. Using his ability, he ran as fast as a lightning to a friend of his. Jones, one of the Hampton's clan living in the nearby town closer to the city, is a doctor and an expert in healing vampire-inflicted injuries. Clayton has been asking the doctor's help everytime he encounters humans who are blood-sucked and could still survive.

I looked at him, and he smiled at me. "Sorry, Ms. Gab, but I need to kill you." What? TO BE CONTINUED

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

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.

Beelzebub also appears and crushes the scorpion that was threatening to sting me again. Somehow, I am glad to see them, which is not a feeling that I should feel whenever I see them. “Where’s Mammon?” I ask when I notice that their troublemaker older brother is nowhere in sight. “He is out protecting your family.” Beelzebub answers as Leviathan is busy shielding us from the hoard of lovestruck zombies who all want to kiss me. Yes, kiss. Normally, it takes Asmodeus’s scorpions stinging you to make you one of them, but it takes a kiss from one of these zombies to paralyze you, giving the scorpions enough time to latch on to you.

one muttered. Inside the campus, the scene was eerily familiar. Broken glass littered the ground, papers fluttered in the breeze, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air. The first wave of zombies appeared almost immediately, their guttural groans cutting through the silence. Luke and Bayo didn’t hesitate. Bayo wielded a makeshift weapon—a sturdy metal pipe he had found earlier—and swung it with precision. Each strike connected with a sickening crunch, sending the undead to the ground.