Zombieverse Marvel Novels & Stories

Jesse turned his back to Marcus, the bed creaking with his movement and weight. They laid down silently, minutes passing, the wind outside howled violently. A zombie groaned somewhere in the distance, followed by a sound of a screeching cat. It seemed the earlier cat had landed itself in a fix. Jesse hoped the zombies wouldn’t eventually develop brains to figure out how to pick locks or pry open doors. He would’ve been zombie food a few months ago, if it weren’t for Marcus. He felt indebted to him, although he would’ve preferred being zombie food than running away from them for the rest of his entire life. They were constantly going to bed hungry, alert and worst of all horny.

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.

The rifle in Marcus's hands had run out of ammunition, leaving only a pathetic empty click. “Alice... Run!” Marcus screamed. The next second, a wave of zombies charged at the man. Marcus collapsed beneath a pile of decaying bodies. Alice instinctively stepped forward, but she was too late, and she witnessed the most brutal scene. One zombie bit into Marcus's throat while another tore open his chest, breaking his ribs one by one to reach his still-beating heart. Blood splattered across Alice's face. It felt so real, warm, and deadly. One of the creatures suddenly turned around. Its face was half-destroyed, its cheek peeled away to reveal a row of blackened teeth staring directly at Alice. The

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

They wiped their tears and apologized to me. They explained that the upcoming base competition would require contestants to use their superpowers to fight zombies. For safety's sake, they would only use zombies that already had antibodies developed against them, so even if the contestants were bitten, they could be saved. I made a request, "Our base will send contestants too, right? Let me participate. Also, change the zombies to the type that contains the most deadly virus, the one that you just developed an antibody for but haven't announced yet." After taking the antibody, I felt power coursing through me.

Johnson ➡ Come on talk to me, what happened? . Zombie ➡ One of my niggers died last night, he was tortured and stuffed with Nightshade. I told him not to stick his nose but he refused to listen, now he's dead like a rat. . What was happening? People are dying and so far it shows they're being tortured before stuffing them with Nightshade, maybe he was spying on them to give the Big prize, this is bad news as far as I know three people have died because of this. I consoled Zombie and went into my room.

" I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowers, so we'd finally have the power to protect ourselves in this apocalypse. "Damn it… I almost forgot about you while dealing with the two losers." The bald leader was about to charge forward and hack at the door when a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street. The fresh scent of blood had drawn an even larger horde. Zombies poured in like a tidal wave, and their glowing red eyes were a terrifying sight in the darkness. "Boss, the zombies are here! Run!" The remaining tugs were scared out of their wits. They grabbed their raving leader and bolted, while the lat

* *RRRRAAAAA! "BAD BREATH ZOMBIES COME AND CHASING ME !!! NYE NYE NYE NYE!!!"- Raymart even though his face is too scared and in any minute he can wet himself Raymart still has done his job nicely "this idiot Raymart he is calling those zombies as bad breath, then can we also consider him as a zombie? because he is also had an awful breath ahahaha"- Phil "Phil dont make me laugh im currently in so much tense here!"- Timot

Elise and Sandy's voice trembled with fear. Lucas gazed at the Humanoid Mantis with a critical gaze, realizing that it was a Rank 3 Evolved One. After the Humanoid Mantis was done speaking, he saw the zombies beside Lucas. He was dumbfounded with an astonished look. "Hey human, why aren't the zombies attacking you?" The Humanoid Mantis was shocked to see three Rank 5 zombies and one Rank 4 Zombie. Lucas let off a smile. "They're the zombies of my Apocalyptic Legion, do you still think they'll attack me?"

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.