I Am A Zombie Novels & Stories

Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare. Yet here they were, reacting to the apocalypse like kids being promised a trip to an amusement park. It was a bizarre, surreal realization: even though I was a time-traveling survivor with a system running in my head, I was somehow the most sane person in this room. ​I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, holding his manic, bloodthirsty gaze, and opened my mouth to speak. ​"Zombies," I said, my voice deadpan and chillingly serious. "It's going to be a zombie apocalypse."

She watched as the zombies pulled out her ruined kidney and swallowed it in one bite. In the end, she got exactly what she wanted and died in that penthouse. The penthouse was covered in a sea of blood. I sat in front of the control panel in the underground bunker and looked at the mangled remains scattered across the screen. Then, I calmly reached out to shut off the screen. More than a dozen screens went black at the same time. As they went dark, all that hatred and betrayal were swallowed by the end of the world. I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak.

The cured people screamed and covered their faces. Someone from the cured people walked and offered his help. I'm Kim, I'm one of scientists trying to find out the cure. But because of excitement, I go outside our house and bring the news to my company that my theory about blood samples are strongly proven. At that moment someone bites me from the back when I was about to enter in our laboratory blood sampling then I became zombie too, Kim said. What theory have you proved that might help us? The old man asked him. I'm a big fan of yours Sir. It's an honor to help you and use my proven theory about blood samples, he answered.

(But, host-) {Oh, come on. Have some common sense, please?! I'm already dead! Now, I'm talking with a mechanical system and forced to do unimportant missions for a nobody! Right now, my self-esteem is in grave danger! For me, being branded as a killer had the same effect as anyone facing the zombies for the first time! Can you, at least, tried to understand my difficulty?} What's wrong with the host's unique comparison and common sense? Please! Which system had that kind of feature installed in them? I am an AI, though? Or, did I supposed to evolve?

"and am I a zombie too!!!??? but they are attacking me also!" I run and check the surrounding until I found some broken glass and quickly check my appearance I am looking the same, my eyes are still black, my outfit... I'm wearing BARONG TAGALOG and SLACK!!! "so, I really died but why I'm alive again?"- John Carl. I keep wondering what was happening another zombie is trying to attack me, but to my shock, I pick the broken glass and stab it at the attacker and like a shemale, I scream hard while stabbing continuously the zombie at the head

Slade went. "I will make sure something like this never happen again. Just trust me. You have to trust me, mom" she gasped. "Mom, I miss you. Nothing would have been sweeter than you in your human rights mode flanked by my zombie character, I am now a zombie fighter. They call me city hunter since I have started completing your targets" she wiped a tear that drop from her eyes. "Over ten years, I'm still shedding tears. I guess I can never get used to it" she felt like someone was coming towards her from behind.

The boxer bares his sharp teeth in a loud snarl, and I instantly cringe. In the span of a few short seconds, a bunch of different emotions swirl through my mind: fear, anger, helplessness, sadness, and strangely enough, relief. Being eaten alive by a dog is not how I would choose to leave this life, but I can't help but think at least this way I won't become a zombie. However, I don't have to worry about harming anyone I love, because there's nobody left. I'm an only child, and my parents both died in the first wave of zombies. I've had a few months to mourn their loss.

‘A fucking survival plan would be much more appreciated at the moment,’ I spoke to her, slashing off the heads of zombies who lunged at me. ‘God, where are you, Diana?’ Zephyr mind-linked me. There were almost thousands of zombies in the crater that smelled like rotten meat and rotting fishes. Of course, it was impossible for him to spot my exact location. I couldn’t say where I was. All the landmarks were crumbling down. ‘Hey Zeph, I know this isn’t the best time to say this, but… I really love you and even when I am not around I wish you all the happiness…’’

The little girl and the silly zombie sweet world couldn't be destroyed at all by a mere passerby who disrupt their sweet scene at the beginning of their first meeting. The woman who was badly injured a while ago by the same zombie who was dragging her collar at the back and was also the same zombie who threatened her revive a feminine zombie to come back once again from the dead will for sure puke all the little things she ate for half a year if ever she get to know what was these two was regarding her in their mind, but sadly, she will get to know that in the future but not now, she will for sure regret thinking of knowing what things will be in the mind of these unfeeling zombie and this r

Amanda As I floated in this eerie state of limbo, the realization of my predicament began to sink in. I wasn't dead, yet my body existed in an otherworldly shape, a translucent version of my former self. Panic surged through me as I recalled the brutal encounter with Zane, his cold eyes and twisted smile, the pain he inflicted upon me.