If I Were A Zombie Id Never Eat Your Brain Novels & Stories

I wоuldn’t саrе if I еvеr аtе a ѕіnglе morsel оf food ever again. “I know уоu’rе nоt hungrу, Iz, but уоu have tо eat. I’m thіnkіng wе can hаvе a Twilight marathon. Nothing lіkе реrvіng over ѕеxу vаmрѕ and wеrеwоlvеѕ to mаkе уоu fоrgеt аbоut nаѕtу mаn-whоrеѕ.”

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 rolled my eyes, wondering, ‘Thor the Tiger, is that really the plan? [That’s not right! You can’t bite the hand that feeds you. The one who ought to die is the zoo director. He ate my sister!] Suzy the Peacock squawked in a panic.

He smashed the head of the zombie in front of him into pieces. If the zombie were a human, he would have been dead by now. However, it didn't matter if a zombie had a head or not. The white bone claw grabbed Dennis Miller by the neck. Instantly, Dennis Miller found it difficult to breathe. At the same time, a chill ran down his back, and he felt a sharp pain. Without even looking, he knew that it must be another zombie. At this moment, it rushed up and bit his back. Hot blood spurted out.

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

"There was no food left at home. But you and Dad survived three months on something, didn't you? Don't think I don't know what you ate. You didn't even spare the bones. Are you even human anymore?" The apocalypse had destroyed most order, but cannibalism remained absolutely forbidden. Anyone caught would be thrown out permanently. When investigators questioned them, Amber and Dad claimed Mom had simply disappeared. But they both knew exactly what happened to her. "I have video of you two carving up her body. Keep your mouth shut if you want to stay here." Her sobbing stopped instantly. She stared at me, eyes wide with shock. "How did you…" I smiled coldly. "Stop worrying about what I know, a

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

How admirable. Uncle Adam swayed in the air while being teased, his lips quivering as he struggled to speak. [Ding! Adam is extremely frightened. He's snapped, losing control of both his mind and his body. Rage points +1,000!] [Ding! The zombies can see but can't eat. Their rage meter maxed out, converting to general rage points +2,000!] [You're truly a genius! You even took advantage of the zombies! The system has been upgraded to Level 2. The store is now open!]

Like a soulless puppet, he walked toward the basement. My group and I walked into the yard. Lynn Shelby was squatting in a corner piled high with zombie heads, poking around in their brains with a dagger. The thin layer of snow was covered with bits of flesh, scraps of scalp, and hair. The human tissue looked especially glaring against the white snow, and on closer inspection, there were pools of yellowish-white brain matter. Even though Veyra Watt had been seeing zombies for a few days, a scene like this still made her want to puke!