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

"They will insist on playing loud music and games during the height of the zombie outbreak! And they won't stop even when you tell them to!" "They're also going to eat up all of your rations and then eat your pets too!" "Don't you ever open that door! It's your last line of defense against them!" The knocking on the other side of the door continued, and my vision somehow felt like it had just been attacked by a virus with how the live comments kept popping up non-stop. Yet, all of them warned me not to open the door at all costs. I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

"I think this was the first time I done heard your stomach growl like that." I groaned. "I'm skin and bones, I tell ya." She laughed. "I'm serious. They're vampires. I'm not sure of how often they eat, cause there's not a drop of food in this piece. Hell, I was suprised they served dinner last night." I said, making aunt Mia laugh more.

How do I know he’s telling the truth about turning me if that was even something I wanted? This is all so damn confusing. Zombies are ruthless and cruel. I don’t know if I could be one. The idea of eating brains is nasty. Will I care once I’m turned? I clearly don’t know much about being a zombie. Clearly, the rumors that are spread around aren’t exactly truthful. I’m sure the zombies are doing it on purpose to throw off humans with misinformation. After all, they did create a false safe human base to lure humans to a trap.

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.

he said to the zombie leader. “It is more than simply impaired motor skills. We eat the flesh of live humans and animals because we cannot survive on cooked food. It is a result of the zombie virus. It impairs the motor skills of some more severely than others, but it effects the diet of each and every one of us equally,” the zombie leader explained. “I suspected as much,” Jasper replied. Then, with a confident smile, he said, “I can work with a virus much easier than I can with DNA.”

Norris himself was reduced to nothing but a mangled, bloody skeleton. The zombies were hungry. So hungry. Like starving ghouls, the zombies stripped Norris clean from head to toe. They slurped up the still-warm brain matter in huge mouthfuls, savoring it like a delicacy. Of course, there were parts zombies didn't eat. The intestines, for example. So you could see zombies everywhere, dragging long, dangling lengths of gut behind them. A zombie's favorite parts were the organs and blood. Second was brain matter. Third was muscle.

with more question than answer, we set aside it for a while and continue our search for foods Though we already have plenty, having excess is not a bad idea and now with my new skill, I knew that I can contribute more but as soon as we go deeper in our street we found this zombie that is eating their own! "what is that zombie?!"- John Carl "I don't know it looks regular"- Jimboy "We should hide first "- Bobby we use the walls as hiding material and carefully observing the situation

“Before you say anything, let me assure you that it is indeed becoming an epidemic. Vickie was correct when she said the other police departments have kept quiet. There are some easy two-hundred zombies and counting walking the streets as we speak. Some are in the beginning stages, like Jacob Tripp was, but some are so advanced they could be sitting in a restaurant next to you and you’d never know it.” “So, zombies eat food too?” I said like some idiot who was stuck on stupid. “Not only that, but they look perfectly normal. That’s where the film industry has done the public an injustice. They assume that zombies are grotesque and dumb, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. Advanced

Is he going to say something or just stare at me like I just told him that I am an alien? Wait… Am I an alien? That would explain my weirdness, right? And me being the awkwardness magnet… Maybe I am an alien! That would explain so much! “If I do go back to ignoring you, will it bother you that much?” Hunter questioned in a whisper. I looked at him with a are-you-kidding-me look. Is he a peanut brain? Or maybe a crazy brainless zombie! I personally find zombies creepy… So, he’s not a zombie. At least I’ll tell myself that because if I find out that I grew up being best friends with a zombie, I’ll go into shock!

I elongated my finger nails and started slicing. I went through them like butter and man! Did that feel good? You see, one thing about zombies is that they don't have a brain and they are just thoughtless machines whose parts are badly rotten and can fall off any minute. They move by smell and if one knows that, it's easy to finish them. I killed all of them and then after I was done, I decided to leave that area and start looking for a way out of here. I didn't even go for long before I came across a vampire and as is normal, vampires crave werewolf blood and this one wanted a piece of me and who am I to say no? So, we went to war and we all know who won.