If I Were A Zombie Id Never Eat Your Brain 소설 & 이야기

"I'm just surprised with you, maybe at a time like this you still care about eating. Even though you yourself said that we are not safe now! ” “Ck… ck… ckk, there is a saying. Fill your stomach first, then your brain can work. There's no way you can fight ghosts, demons and some kind of satan if you don't have the slightest bit of energy. You could have died before you fought. You idiot. ”

Deep down, I knew I wasn't equipped for whatever awaited me, but sometimes life thrusts you into situations where readiness becomes a luxury you can't afford. Fear washed over me, turning my limbs to jelly, as Zea's voice dripped with menace. She warned me of dire consequences should I dare to divulge her true identity to anyone. The gravity of her words sent tremors coursing through my body. I realized, with bone-chilling clarity, that my very survival hinged on the secrecy of this encounter. The mere thought of the perils that would befall me if I betrayed that trust sent shivers down my spine.

A doll with only his eyes alive. Then, the woman rolled towards him. The wheels squeaked. In the quiet of the corridor, the black mage’s heavy and strained breath was setting the zombie’s acute hearing on edge. Now threatened with death, the zombie’s brain canceled his master’s ban: Zomzom was no longer afraid of killing. He felt his own will become stronger. He felt he could sink his teeth into anyone’s thin neck without any trouble. He could tear their chest to pieces with his claws, to get to their soft heart. He looked at Livia, and even her diseased state didn’t dull his hunger.

Its massive jaws tore into my abdomen, ripping out a chunk of flesh, and my intestines spilled out grotesquely. With blood dripping from its jaws, the bear attacked again, sinking its teeth into my arm and thigh. The searing pain forced a scream from my throat, a sound so raw it barely felt human. Yet Damon and Bonnie remained hidden behind a tree, watching my torment with glee. When the bear finally left, Damon and his lover sauntered over to me. His face twisted in disgust at the sight of my mutilated body, blood still pouring from the gaping wounds, bones visible beneath the shredded flesh. He spat on me and then, with a casual flick of his foot, kicked my intestines aside.

As a group, you are the second winner of the ZINO GangZo Battle War. And the expected winner of the seventeenth ZINO GangZo Battle War. Tongue sticking out, Jake's grandfather brought his scary, dark face to me. I felt dizzy. Light. Curse. dark Light. Curse. I can't be conscious. My eyelids trembled. It's like there's a black cloud swirling around my head. It felt like something heavy was resting on me while I was on my knees. Close to my nose, I could smell the grass. I tasted mud in my mouth.

“How am I supposed to feel good about any of this if you’re trying to make me see the people trying to kill me as people and not the enemy?” “Hmm,” Verina chuckled. “When one’s own life depends on consuming the flesh of other living beings, these are the sort of preoccupations that disturb your sleep. But you did not come here to discuss philosophy with me, Aislen. How can I help you?” “Well, strangely enough, I had a thought… What if the zombies are meant to be in the water?” “Excuse me?” Verina’s eyebrows pinched together.

Day fifteen of the zombie apocalypse. Famine had fully set in. There was nothing edible left in the penthouse. Even the expensive potted plants had been ripped out by the roots and eaten by Julian. He and Jessica were nothing but skin and bones, their eyes sunken, like two walking skeletons. Jessica was even worse off.

"But before I go, you need to understand something. Your brain is a creature of habit. It’s going to try to crawl back into that 'Reset' hole because it’s comfortable there. It’s where you don't have to take responsibility for being alive." She stepped closer, forcing me to look at her. "Two things, Zia. First: You are going to write a letter to Zachariah, Mia, and Carter. Not a 'goodbye' letter. An 'I’m staying' letter. Tell them what you’re going to do with the life you kept. Second: When you feel that guilt rising—that 'how dare I be happy' feeling—I want you to say out loud: 'I am not a thief.' Say it until you believe it." I nodded slowly, the words feeling heavy in my mouth.

All day, I hustled for cash and apologized, trailing Snowy and cleaning up whatever he wrecked. At twenty-three, fresh out of college, I'd been all ambition. I was gonna be somebody. Two years later? Bottom of the food chain. I felt like apologizing to the sewer rats. Still, the four of us stuck together. Survived every crappy day side by side. And now the apocalypse was coming. Zombies. Strong. Fast. Everywhere. One snap of their jaws and you were done. Sure, my cats could take down chickens, ducks, mice, rabbits. Feed them wolves, whatever. Didn't matter. They couldn't shield me from zombies.

"So you were reborn too! That's why…" For a moment, confusion crossed her face. "But you're just a commoner. How could you possibly stop the zombies?" In my past life, I had fought zombies in the field and spent every spare moment helping in the lab. I had never stopped learning. I had been part of creating the zombie cure, so I knew how to make it. I kicked her aside. "Reborn or not, you're still just as stupid." A sudden, deafening bang ripped through the air, and what came next happened in an instant, catching everyone completely off guard.