I Am A Zombie Novels & Stories

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.

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

There’s an eerie feeling, ever since Isabelle and Zen came back from their vacation, she keeps on feeling a sense of unease. It at times feels like she is being watched by someone. Even if she is all alone in the house, yet she feels like she is not alone. She feels a presence of some sorts. She wanted to tell Zen about it but that might increase his paranoia even more. So, she just has been keeping it all to herself and trying to tell herself that she is just over thinking everything.

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?

“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?”

I was reborn and sent back to three weeks before the zombie virus outbreak. In my previous life, a zombie virus suddenly broke out in my city on Christmas Eve. The entire city collapsed within two days. I was an orphan. My parents had died in a car accident, and I used their compensation money to open a supermarket. Before the zombie virus spread completely, I built a makeshift shelter inside my supermarket. I took in Victoria Blake, a young woman I admired, out of kindness, but she ended up betraying me.

"Oh yeah? Well, I’m more than just a zombie dead!" "You know how in those movies and games people kill zombies and they get a second death? Well, I’m the undead zombie!" I declare, pointing at myself with a goofy sense of triumph despite feeling awful and in so much pain. "What? That doesn’t even make any sense!" Mia retorts laughing, but then she groans and holds her head again, falling back onto the couch. "Yes, it does!" I reply, and we dive back into our playful rivalry over who feels more dead.