Do Zombies Sleep Novels & Stories

We may be worrying about him, but we also let him be for fear that something bad will happen. When we finally arrived at the Royale Garden, we are surprised that Zed kept on muttering in his sleep. "K-Khrys? Khrys!! Please, don't go with that demon!!! Khrys!!!" We rushed to him and started to shake him and wake him up. Who would have thought that he would have nightmares? It is already weird to have a vampire sleep always and also use it to stop his bloodthirst. But having nightmares makes it even weirder. "ZED!! WAKE UP!!" Chris and I called for him while shaking him.

The only food I have is canned beans and fruit, along with what vegetables I can grow in my little rooftop garden. After I finish off the pears, I quietly sipped at the watered down pear juice. It has a sweet taste to it, and it calms my nerves as I think about everything else I have to do before nightfall, when the zombies are at their most active. They tended to just wander around aimlessly during the day, and at night they formed groups and walked the streets, searching for prey. They'd eat anything with a pulse: dogs, cats, cows, horses, people, and even birds if they could catch them. Nothing was safe from the masses of zombie killers and, just six months after the appearance of the fir

“Okay. You still owe me a good story on why you were out alone in the woods to start with.” “And you still owe me answers to my questions about your wolf life.” “That works.” “Good then.” “Perfect.” “Splendid.” “Eva.” “Blade-” “Just stop.” He rolled his eyes, and closed up the distance between us. “You should go back to bed.” “I’m not sleepy.” “Because you’re here, and not in bed.” He lifted my jaw up with his finger, keeping my eyes on his now blue ones. “Humans need sleep. If not, they’re zombies by morning.”

“How much do you know about zombies?” “I know that they are walking corpses and they pack a powerful bite,” Jasper replied. Ben gave a small chuckle as he picked at a hangnail while saying, “I imagine that bite can hurt. Possibly worse than the werewolf.” Then, adjusting his body in his seat, he said, “Although they exist, zombies are not easy to find. They are very different from the zombies in the movies. The only things that the film makers got right is the fact that they eat the flesh of humans, have impaired mobility, and are ugly as sin. They are not a true corpse, but a body that has shut down almost to the point of death. It is only by the ingestion of live DNA that it can continue

Coleman padded along the walls, the secretions holding him to the surface like Velcro knitting together. Andrew continued to climb down the ladder, Suzanne over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Timms, hanging on above, but below Jackson, was the first to shoot up at the thing... because it was no longer a man, no longer technically alive anymore—which caused another problem for those trying to combat the Sleepers. If the virus was inside you when you died—the air getting to Coleman’s bullet wounds as he lay bleeding to death—then apparently it wouldn’t let you go without a fight. They hadn’t hung around to see, but maybe back there during the first battle the burnt up sleepers had carried o

Now that he's gone, it will be easier for him to catch me and I'm afraid that if he does, I won't be able to wake up. -Nothing will happen to you. My parents continued to ignore it, but I could not be calm. Without the spirit protecting me, that being was going to catch me and I didn't want that to happen. A tremendous anxiety took hold of me and I didn't want to go back to sleep. I decided to stay awake during the nights, despite how sleepy I was, I struggled to stay awake. I got dark circles under my eyes and found it harder and harder to stay awake. The lack of sleep was beginning to hinder my work on the farm and I felt like I was living dead. My mood changed drastically and Sebastian no

Waking much later to a noisy preview on the TV, the unique fish movie long since over, Jim startled, his body locking and his head jerking up. Glancing about the darkened room, he saw Zoe in the tent, curled around the dog on her sleeping bag, murmuring in her sleep. Locating the remote, he turned the TV off, plunging the room into darkness until his eyes had time to adjust.

he whispered in a voice that sent rippling shivers through my spine. “Miguel!” I tightened my hold on him as he said those words. “You are scaring me.” And now, I won't get to sleep tonight. The sounds from the film, the zombies, and the words he said now are enough to give me sleepless nights. There is no way I can sleep while knowing that those zombies might enter my dream, and kill me. I shrieked at the top of my lungs when my imagination became vivid. “Don't worry, I'm here to protect you.” He circled his hand around me, “if it works for you, I can sleep in your room to help you ward off the zombies.”

About what? When it comes time to leave the hospital, I panic. That panic only gets worse when I move in across town with my aunt. Sleep is impossible. I need my protectors. I need Clement and Nicholas or the nightmares and hazy memories will suck me down. Fear keeps me awake, along with the sound of crackling flames and my father’s last words. I’m a zombie during the day, because I can’t sleep at night. Forming sentences is impossible, let alone returning to my courses at the fashion institute. Where did they go? Maybe I should have spoken to them more.

The sun had barely risen beyond the trees, but Zane was already awake. He hadn’t slept much. Not because of nightmares—those he had become used to. He couldn't sleep because silence like this was unfamiliar. It wasn’t the stillness of peace; it was the hush before something terrible.