I Am A Zombie Novels & Stories

Xia grip on the zombie neck tightened, her twinkling phoenix eyes as if it had stars in them as she slowly approached the zombie ears, she says, “I forgot to tell you. I am immune to zombie virus” she muttered so sweetly but her words were still regarded as if every word she uttered was covered with thorns, it sent goose bumps to his greyish skin and sent chills to his infected cell for the last time, before he felt his body exploding.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

Ah, yes you have zombies but I'm not a zombie tss! "Yes?" "Are you okay? maybe you're sick, you just don't say it."

The memory of that time flashed, fueling my determination. With every breath, I feel the power surging within me. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of their shocked faces when they realize the true extent of my strength. I stood in front of my army, my eyes scanning the sea of faces before me. I had a plan, one that would ensure my success and guarantee the humans' defeat. With a swift motion, I raised my hands, dividing my army into two distinct groups. On one side, I had the mindless zombies - creatures created by mixing different chemicals. They were empty vessels, devoid of thought or reason. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disdain for

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

POV: Zia I wake up on Day 5 with the smell of the airport still clinging to the back of my throat, but my heart feels... lighter. Knowing the truth about the way my parents died is like finally seeing the monster under the bed. It’s terrifying, but at least I know what I’m fighting. I want to fight. I’m tired of being "handled" like a fragile glass doll. "Clayton?" I call out, finding him on the porch. "Can I see them? The friends I’ve made? I want to have a dinner and game night. Here. Tonight."

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

Mira tried again, her voice steadying slightly, “what’s it like? You know, being a zombie? Or are you not technically a zombie? Maybe something else? Do you even eat people, or is that just a stereotype?” The creature didn’t move for several long moments. Then, slowly, it crouched down, bringing its face level with Mira’s. Mira froze, her breath hitching as the zombie’s dark, intelligent eyes bored into hers. It was unsettling—this close, she could see faint traces of what the woman had once been. High cheekbones, soft lips now cracked and dry, and hair that hung in brittle, tangled strands. “Okay,” Mira whispered, “this is getting a little too personal, Sally. Can you maybe step back a bit?

I jerked off when the other military wagon behind us is currently shooting those people with a body of a dead. I wanted to scream loudly but instead, I felt the impulses of vomiting surging from my stomach. Gross to think, but I badly needed to eject and puke this out in my mouth after noticing some people walking with an enormous crater in their womb, and others are surely having a great time screwing their eyes out. Oh, fuck! "People who got saturated with the rain earlier will become like that. We called them walkers and they're already undead. Zombies, they say. And if you got bitten by them, foresee that you'll gonna be one of them in less than an hour."

“How many more are there?” “More what?” he asks. He looks around the carnage in the room, but it’s like he doesn’t register it. There’s no fear or shock or surprise. His eyes are blank and lifeless. “Are you doing that to him?” I ask. Zael shakes his head. “He’s a zombie.” “A zombie?” “Yes. It’s old witchcraft. Necromancy. He’s literally a walking corpse.” “Oh, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” Glenn says. “How do we kill them?”