Morning came and Kayla had went with her new friend Steph to get some rest. The zombies had went into the wooded areas to hide from the sun and the people. Police were out investigating the attacks and blood stained homes left by Kayla. Kayla had been asleep about two hours when she woke up and found Steph. She ran in and saw the twenty three year old red h...
The worst part was the smell. She hated the fact that she was lying on a table, naked and helpless, her arms chained to the floor at her wrists, spread out so far that her gigantic breasts were forced straight up in the air. She was sickened as the group of zombies, at least twenty by her count, were grabbing her with their slimy, pale-green skin. She was hu...
"Bilal Kwame, you're drunk on power, and you've been disloyal, unreliable and downright treacherous, for this, the Pack sentences you to death," said Alina Jameson, my former lover and the co-leader of my Pack. She stood before me, tall and majestic, her dark brown skin glistening in the firelight, her long dark hair framing her beautiful, stern face. Once u...
There was a house on a hill in the city of Nightvale which was greatly feared by the inhabitants. There was nothing unusual about it, there were no eerie lights in the window nor gargoyles leering down on passer-by's. In fact it was a very pleasant looking three storey abode with magnificent views across the harbour. The gardens were well tended and in full...
"I am the one responsible for designing the virus which reanimates the dead, it is my fault, all of it, and foolishly I sold my soul to the Devil for a fistful of dollars," Dr. Amir Osman said soberly, and the six-foot-two, dark-skinned, slender and silver-haired Somali-born American scientist looked into the camera, a haunted look on his handsome face. A lo...
As a child, for Halloween I always wore some off-the-shelf costume from the five-and-dime. During my junior year of college, such a chintzy costume wasn't suitable for the Halloween party my housemate and I were going to host. The 70s, the decade of the streaker, had just expired and I considered attending the party wearing nothing but running shoes and a sm...
Resident Evil Chapter 3 (Jill) Note: Incase you haven’t yet realized, there are 3 different sets of Resident Evil stories on literotica and are all by different authors. For those who email me asking if they are in any way connected, the only stories my stories are connected too are the ones wrote by me (under the author name of George McFly) other than tha...
Author's Note: Please comment or vote with your honest opinions. Big shout out to my editor zoyiab for doing a very professional job, thankyou. (And to my friends that gave me the support I needed to finish this!) ****************************** I watched as her skilled lips wrapped around his big, rigid cock. He threw back his head, gritting his teeth tog...
"Zombies are just so gross" said Claire, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Always drooling and their faces all a mess...ick" she finished with a tone that suggested the subject was finished. I smiled as I watched her go back to washing the dishes and simultaneously try to pull a strand of dark hair back from her face. She was beautiful, dark hair, light skin,...
"I've worked it out "Daphne looked down at Velma. " The clue was those fake bills we found. The old house is being used as the base for a counterfeiting operation." "What about those creepy noises, the disembodied head and that zombie?" asked Daphne doubtfully. Velma smiled. "The noises are just recordings played through h...