Zombies Stories Novels & Stories

Even so, it still makes aggressive zombies not afraid of pain and panic, but fortunately, at this time, Tadhg Walter's Iron Earth Ax was able to kill it in time, using the strength of a level five white-haired zombie did not stop it. It didn't take long to get the Iron Earth Ax, plus the golden bug on the side, it didn't take long to kill the remaining level 5 white-haired zombies. As usual, Cadell Brian and the Ghost Scene Female General picked up a few white feathered zombie corpses of level four or higher and put them in the storage bag. The two of them couldn't help but take out another bag of things from their bodies, and it was a bit unclear what the young man in front of him wanted so

Seeing that scenes, Zhi Yin cannot help but sigh. Zombies are very different from humans. They don’t know the word fear. They aren’t afraid even if their companions are being killed as they continue to chase their target. They don’t need to rest, feed on flesh and blood, and even if they are injured, they can slowly recover their broken body with their own powerful repairing skills.

The two were locked for some moments. “I am Zuba”, she said softly. “I am the princess of the kingdom of Borney of the vampire”. “But I am werewolf”, said Jason “Yea, its fine” “Sure?” “Yea, we’re in this together, to turn our hates into love, but they won’t allow us”. She said. “Can we do this?” “Why not”, said Jason hesitantly. “Off course we can, let’s get on it” But before they could figure out on the next step, some passers-by that saw them screamed. They began to shout.

Zahra and Rylee nodded; their eyes glinted curiously. Then, Lucas released the Apocalyptic Legion from System Space. Biggy the Zombie of Godly Boxer, White Doll the Zombie of Steel Limbs, Scarlet the Zombie of Polar Ice, Rayne the Zombie of Petrification, Sven the Zombie of the Ghastly Sword, Skeletal Lady the Zombie of the Big Clean Sweep, Rexy the Zombie of Godly Gun, Molly the Female Zombie King, and Aruna the Doll-like Zombie. The nine Honorable Ranked Zombies of the Apocalyptic Legion appeared before Zahra and Rylee.

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

By mid-day, most of the hospitals all over the world were full. More and more people were taken to the hospitals and more of them died within the hospital. The cause of the death was unknown. As the sun fell and the darkness of the night blanketed the world, unimaginable horrors awakened to prey on the human population. ••••• Alexander was sitting on a sofa in the living room watching the news, it was 3 am and the reports of zombies had just hit the air an hour ago, with the warning of not going outside and to stay indoors and bracketing all doors and windows being the helpful tip to avoid the spread of virus and of course being eaten.

Somewhere else, Zara was washing blood from a wrist and thinking she’d won for the night. I lay back and stared at the ceiling. I imagined the headline tomorrow: ANOTHER ATTACK AT BLACK ESTATE. I imagined the week after: WIFE FLEES FOR SAFETY. I imagined the month after: DEVOTED FATHER STANDS BY MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. Stories are just bricks. You stack them high enough and they become a wall. Walls make homes. Homes keep men. I closed my eyes and smiled. Tomorrow, we push harder. Zara’s POV

“It fell apart after two days.” He held up his hands in defense. “Hey, I was ten! That was my first construction project.” “And your last,” I teased. We both laughed until the girl sitting across from us gave us a curious smile. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, though I wasn’t sure why. We’d always laughed like that. It wasn’t new. And yet, it felt different here, like our bubble was more obvious to everyone else. That night, we gathered around a massive bonfire. The flames danced into the sky, throwing sparks and shadows across everyone’s faces. Counselors told ghost stories with dramatic voices, making the younger kids squeal and cling to each other.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

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