Zombies Storyline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”

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.

What she failed to see was that it had all been hard-earned through my own efforts and sacrifices. Over the years of fighting alongside Shawn, I knew exactly how he thought. I told him straight, "In 13 days, the zombies will appear. The serum from the Westfound lab has leaked, and the world is about to face a crisis." As expected, Shawn looked at me like I was crazy, but he didn't outright call me insane. "You're Shawn Decker. Your parents are district commanders, and your grandfather is…" I raised my finger, pointing to the top. "He's the second-in-command."

“We don’t get paid to ask questions. We do the job, or Dennis makes our families pay the price.” Greg clenched his jaw but said nothing more. The reminder of their loved ones, held hostage by Governor Dennis, was enough to keep them moving forward. --- The Zotes turned a corner, their path leading them into what was once a central courtyard. Suddenly, a low growl rumbled from the shadows, stopping them in their tracks. “Eyes up,” Viper ordered, his knife already in hand. A single zombie emerged, its body mangled and decayed. Its milky eyes locked onto the group, and it let out a guttural moan.

Blood splattered beneath Seraphina Ashford's boots as she sprinted into the lifeless street of Telenburgh. Her ragged breath echoed through the street; zombies were chasing back and forth. Whichever street she entered, there must be a zombie. She tightened her grip around the crystal in her hand, and she forced herself to continue running. Her life and her loved one's life depend on this crystal, and she can't afford to stop halfway. She looked back; there were many of them. She looked at the crystal in her hand.

My breath trapped itself inside my throat and the hunting knife slipped from my fingers clattering against the metal floor. It was Marcus. The man who had thrown me to the zombies in my past life. He looked pathetic now. His expensive jacket was ripped, his hair was matted with dirt and his eyes were wild with fear. Behind him was his mother, Evelyn. She was clutching Marcus's arm, her mouth open in a wail. "Keep running Mom! Don't look back!" Marcus yelled, his voice cracking as he checked over his shoulder. Behind them three moving shapes sprinted out from the dark alleyways. They weren't the zombies from the first hours of the outbreak. These were mutated, low-tier variants. Their limbs w

The zombies seemed to be endless in numbers as more continued to rush out of the city. This was the first time Adrian was facing Gostia's military tactics, and he was stunned. Forget the outlands, these zombies would be able to take over the entire world if they wanted to. Boom! Boom! Boom!!! With Nicholas leading the way, everyone broke out of the encirclement and managed to escape.

Lila had already gotten enough resources to last her up to three lifetimes. But apparently, that wouldn't be enough anymore, since she now had Adrian with her and was expecting three more. Going to another city to get resources was something that could wait. But she didn't have anything doing anyway, so why not now that the zombies haven't evolved. In her past life, zombies evolved to level two after a month into the apocalypse. There was heavy rain then, and people had rejoiced at getting water.

“It turns out there are no laws on the books about killing zombies—who’d have guessed?” “We’re just trying to gather information about what happened,” Smith said. “Where they came from, why they chose your dorm, etc.” Cali was struck by the thought that if the BSI guys had come yesterday afternoon, she wouldn’t have had a clue to any of those answers. After last night, though, when Leesa had shared her full story, Cali now knew about the Necromancer and the black waziri. She wasn’t about to tell any of that to these agents, though. She hoped their arrival today was just coincidence.

I looked calmly at the dark barrels pointed at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? If Ruth comes back, you’ll die a very ugly death.” “She’s not coming back!” Dan roared. “There are three S-class zombies out there. She’s dead for sure!” “Stop wasting more time. Shoot him!” Callie shrieked. Dan was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly, a deafening crash exploded behind them. The door behind them was violently smashed open, and a mutated zombie burst inside with a furious roar. Everything happened so fast. It all happened too quickly. Callie, scared out of her wits, immediately grabbed Dan beside her and shoved him toward the lunging zombie.