Zombies Story Novels & Stories

“How do we kill them?” “Like this--” Zael grabs the nearest gun and shoots the zombie in the head --“just like the movies. But their blood is poisonous to us, so be careful.” “So,” I say and sit on the edge of a chair. “What do we do now? We’re stuck. We don’t know how many humans and zombies are in there waiting for us, and we can’t go back. Do we keep fighting and hope we make it?” “No.” Zael turns to me. “No. That’s not an option. We have to survive or our queens are doomed. Send in your wolves.”

There was something about him that made Jasper think that he just might be able to help him like once things settled down. If his information was correct, unlike the vampires and werewolves, the zombies weren’t sent from another dimension. They were humans whose humanity went bad. If Jasper was correct, zombiesm was caused by a virus of some type. If there was one thing that he was certain of it was that all viruses had a cure. He just needed time to find it.

They both became zombies after five minutes and that's how it started, the old man knees was trembling and his hand was shaking when while telling them the story when zombies got started in the town. The sky gets darker and darker. They are all scared that night but the old man told them to be calm. The zombies can't see, they are like blind people walking in the dark during night. They can only hear at night but vice versa when its morning. The abandoned train where they stayed the whole night is long, there are windows and doors. If all of those are locked the zombies can't go inside of it. But that midnight, Adam wake up to check on the doors and windows. He saw the last window opened. He

Brett yelled as he fired his gun in a sweeping motion. A cavalry of about a thousand zombies charged out of the city, armed with spears and riding corpses of horses. They were all being controlled by the worms! "Aim for their legs! That should stop their charge!” Adrian shouted. "Yes, sir! "Aim for their legs!" Brett yelled. Bang! Bang! Bang!!! Surprisingly, the zombies' legs were extremely brittle and fell apart the moment bullets pierced through them. The now legless zombies fell to the ground but were still alive. Though they no longer had their legs to walk with, they were still flailing around.

No one had visited this place in a long time; even just one visitor… was enough to make his heart rejoice—rejoice because it signaled that someone still remembered this place. BOOOOMMM…. BOOOOMMM…. Graooor! “Damn it, this really isn’t easy. How can there be zombies carrying bombs in their hands? Who created these zombies?” asked Xiao Chen as he ran, chased by so many zombies. And the zombies’ madness was making Xiao Chen dizzy—because every time he destroyed one, ten more would appear, ten times as many as before.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

I don't think I could ever forget what I had seen the night Carla and the other girls were slaughtered at the casino. "So… there are commoners who bite people, and turn them into vampires-slash-zombies to make an army of them?!" I called out, processing all the horrifying possibilities inside my head. Patrick put a bitter smile on his face. "It would have been better if it had only been like that." "Then what is it?" I asked, anxiously leaning towards him, anticipating getting every detail about the situation.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

“No, you’re not,” Jones said. “It turns out there are no laws on the books about killing zombies—who’d have guessed?” “We’re just trying to gather as much information as we can about what happened,” Smith said. “Where those things came from, why they chose your dorm, anything like that.”

He looked up weakly "should we allow the end of days so easily?" "I guess not," Ash scuffed his trainers on the floor "let's be grateful that zombies are easy to get rid of." "How'd you know?" Marie said crisply. She leaned her back against the door, holding fast to the handle as she scoured the room for something to jamb under it. "I know in films they can be, but this isn't a film. These things are already dead and working on something beyond our comprehension. They'd be easier to understand if they were the result of a Haiti ritual."