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

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

The sound of zombies gnawing on flesh echoed from outside the base, together with the constant thud of their bodies slamming against the gates. My eyes snapped open. I had somehow returned to the day the zombies had besieged the city. I rushed straight to the command center and sounded the alarm. June Morgan, my sister-in-law, grabbed my arm in confusion. “Eira, why did you suddenly sound the alarm? Zombies are everywhere outside the base. Some noise is normal.” I had no time to explain. I grabbed her and Poppy’s hands and rushed toward the air-raid shelter.

And the guilt, that while she tried to strengthen me, she grew weaker and weaker. "When you said marshmallows were your addiction, I thought you were exaggerating." "Does this look like an exaggeration?" I pointed to the four grocery bags we'd just loaded up from the store and shrugged. "Besides, you never know if they'll run out or if zombies take over the world. I mean what if the only food zombies can eat to return to their natural human state is marshmallows?" "Yes." She nodded seriously. "What if?" "You're mocking me."

“If he hasn’t been brainwashed and placed into the training program, then he’s in some alien’s belly. Either way, he’s lost to you.” Kendra’s heart lurched to the point that it practically touched her tonsils while her stomach rolled back and forth within her torso. “I don’t believe you,” she choked out. Minerva snickered. “You’re a feisty one. I’ll give you that. It’s a shame to turn you zombie, but that’s what they do with the adults that they don’t eat. You’re so toned and fit that I’m guessing they’ll think you too tough a meal. You’ll end up a zombie, I’ll bet.”

Cali knew there was a limit to how dumb she could play. “Yeah, I guess not. I could see bone beneath some of the rotting skin on his cheek. No way it could have been makeup. I’ve seen lots of zombie movies and shows. I know you have to kill their brains to kill them. So I used my pen.” She batted her eyelashes. “I hope I’m not in trouble for that.”

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

Her breath hitches, her lips parting slightly, but I don't stop. "A person like you with no brain cells?" I scoff, letting my gaze sweep over her, deliberate and full of disgust. "Completely useless. You contribute nothing. Hell, the only difference between you and a zombie is that at least a zombie has a fucking excuse for being brain-dead." She flinches, her entire body trembling now. But still, she doesn't speak. Just stares down at the floor like some pathetic little thing waiting to be put out of her misery. Good. I got to her.

Outside, thunder roared and rain came down in sheets. From the street came the constant shrieks and growls of zombies. When Linda finally got tired, she stood there panting hard and pointed at the front door. “Get out. Take that mutt and get out of my house.” “I don’t raise ungrateful brats, and I sure as hell don’t keep worthless dogs around.” I looked up at her in disbelief. “Mom, there are zombies everywhere outside, and it’s pouring. You’re really making me leave right now?”

He stared at his empty palm, muttering, "What's going on? Where's my power? Isn't the spatial power already mine?" A second later, I activated my spatial power and sucked all the zombies around me into an unknown space. Chris couldn't even last until rescue arrived. The zombies bit off his limbs. Blood gushed from his body. The other contestants scattered in fear. When the competition ended, I was the only one who remained unscathed. No one could accuse me of having no superpower anymore.

Jasmine shouted as she squeezed into the depths of the vehicle to hide. Then, the bulletproof glass shattered. A Tier Four speed-type zombie swooped in through the hole like black lightning. It snarled and leaped at the nearest prey: Wade. The monster's maw was laced with sharp teeth, and rancid drool dripped from its mouth. "Get away from me! Don't bite me!" It was life or death. Jasmine's male best friend, who always had a glib tongue, turned into nothing more than a hideous creature trying to survive. He grabbed his screaming 'friend' and tossed Jasmine at the pouncing zombie.