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

Lucas was a little stunned when he saw the heavy-sword-wielding zombie's firm answer. "What if I insist on making you my zombie?" "Haha!" The heavy-sword-wielding zombie sneered, saying, "Unless you kill me, it's absolutely impossible!" The zombie with the heavy sword spoke coldly to Lucas. Lucas sighed secretly. At this point, he could only buy a zombie Loyal Elixir for Zombies in the Points Mall. ... Lucas said slowly to the heavy-sword-wielding zombie, "Eat this." ... The heavy-sword-wielding zombie stared at Lucas and said, "Do you think I can eat it?"

It had been a year since the apocalypse. A year after the nuclear disaster, it wasn't the plants or animals that mutated first—it was the virus. Less than ten percent of humanity escaped infection, and most of those unlucky few were picked off early, torn apart by zombies. Zombies had no brains or senses; they mindlessly attacked anything that moved. But my dad? He was different. The day the outbreak started, it was just another ordinary day for our family, working in our little grocery store. It was business as usual.

I twist, hitting the ghoulish figure in the face with my elbow, but nothing phases it. Snapping teeth come closer to my head. Its grip on my leg is like a bear trap. I punch the zombie in the head and throat, but it only gurgles. It stares at me with empty, dead eyes. My life flashes in blips before me. This is my end. Of all the things I thought might kill me, being eaten alive by a zombie was never one of them. A whimper catches in my throat as I press my hands against its chest to keep its mouth from me. The zombie's weight holds me down. It's only a matter of time before my efforts aren't enough.

"I'd never abandon you, silly! It broke my heart to see you so sad. Let's never be separated again, okay?" Everyone was floored by their sickly-sweet display. None of us had ever seen anything so absurd. "Skyla, you shouldn't have let them on the helicopter," the deputy leader muttered, his face twisted in disgust as he looked at the couple. "Those two have caused us enough trouble. Wouldn't it be better to just let the zombies have them? Besides… Has Noah ever once cared about how you felt?" I merely let out a cold chuckle. Truth be told, I had intended to make the two of them turn on each other and become zombie fodder. But now… I realized my work wasn't done.

Chapter 32 Sting wanted to believe that even in death she would still be just as caring as she was when she was alive. So he turned to walk towards his mother really wanting to feel the hugs that he missed so much after she was killed. In the next instant things started flying through the air hitting Sting in the back of the head. He stopped in his tracks to look at six gold shoes laying on the ground before disappearing. “See I told yall, yall be doing stupid dumb shit. Have you not seen any zombie movies? That's how they get you, they talk all sweet to get you close to them, so they can eat your fucking brain or turn your ass into one of them. She has your momma's memories, and she's using

I was walking like a zombie. I ate little and ensured I didn’t respond to anyone.

“Why? She deserves it!” Her mother stopped walking, she stepped in front of her and knelt to meet her whining face. Her lips curled to a smile, little folds of lines like waves drew at the sides of her amber eyes. “Even if she deserves it, there is a proper way to deal with it. Remember what Daddy always says?” she held her by the shoulders with her slim hands, wrinkled by time. “People who don’t think and just do things just because they can are the first people who get eaten by zombies on horror movies,” she lectured, poking the tip of her nose. “We don’t want to be one of the zombies walking with no brain, Honey.”

"Well do you at least know how to use a can opener in case of a zombie apocalypse?" Casey shrugged and took a huge bite of pie. "I'm a slow runner and I usually wear designer heels. I fully expect the zombies to get me right away. You'll probably have to put me down so I don't try to eat your brains." Gina made a face and took another bite of pie. "No way. Reyes wouldn't let that happen. He'd chain you up in the basement and feed you a steady diet of bad guy brains until the scientists he had locked up in a laboratory came up with a cure."

Okay, how are we going to kill them without attracting the attention of the rest of them? "It is easy! We would attack them from the last of them. The short thickset man does not stay at their back unless he wants to follow them to the gate," she was so engrossed in what he was saying that she could not feel the pain that was emitting from her decaying foot. "Do you know how to kill a zombie? They are already walking corpses!" She exclaimed. "It is easy! We just have to get rid of the maggot in their brain, and voila! It is dead. It can only come back when the maggot is inserted in its brain" he said.

Zombies were thoughtless monsters, but monsters of the human kind were much harder to deal with. Killing a brainless death machine is easy, killing someone that's still human isn't. I turned into the kitchen area beside the front door and open the nearest cupboard. Inside are stacks of different canned goods, and I grabbed a thing of pear halves. The can opener is on the counter, and I grabbed that too.