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

"Zombies eat food?" "I've never seen that before," Darren said. "The television shows never show zombies eating normal food." "All those shows are made up to trick little kids. I can't believe you actually believe them," Fiona mocked Darren. "Art imitates life!" Darren shot back. "I only watch the ones that stick to the classic beliefs about zombies. They're not made-up nonsense." Fiona simply snorted. "What are you laughing at, huh?" Darren could tell she was mocking him. "Don't get all sarcastic with me. If it weren't for Dr. York, I would've kicked you out of the village already."

It develops too fast and one wrong step could push her back to the death hole. Harry observes the girl and glimpsed several changes. "Are you getting better?" Ava jolted clearly in shock that the male lead noticed her transformation." Hmm... I eat... I feel better..." This sentence is enough for him to understand that this girl is not well fed by the family. He is grateful to cook for her yesterday or she would be even weaker now. Zombies can gain nutrients only by eating meats or they would lose their meat or skins for not taking them. It is like drugs for them, if they don't take it they'll die. "Then... do you want to eat with me again?" He throws a big gentle smile for her almost blindi

She would always make the food I liked to eat and make sure I was full. Dad used to like her cooking too. He once said that Mom was the best cook among the werewolves in the Moonflash pack. However, after that, he said that the raw meat spreads that Judy made were 100 times better than Mom's home-cooked meals. I didn't like raw meat, and I was allergic to it. The dishes that Mom made were my favorite. But now I was dead. Did that mean I would never get to eat her cooking ever again?

The little girl and the silly zombie sweet world couldn't be destroyed at all by a mere passerby who disrupt their sweet scene at the beginning of their first meeting. The woman who was badly injured a while ago by the same zombie who was dragging her collar at the back and was also the same zombie who threatened her revive a feminine zombie to come back once again from the dead will for sure puke all the little things she ate for half a year if ever she get to know what was these two was regarding her in their mind, but sadly, she will get to know that in the future but not now, she will for sure regret thinking of knowing what things will be in the mind of these unfeeling zombie and this r

The emptiness that followed his death, things I never shared as I was supposed to hate him. No, it can’t be. I shake my head violently, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they cling to me like shadows. I’m Zombie. I’m the one who survived, the one who learned to navigate this world without him. But as I stand there, my body trembling with confusion, I feel the change bubbling beneath the surface.

Wait, why are there numbers carved on the gravestones? Cent’s question got answered when a hand suddenly came out from tombstone 0680. With no shadows to defend her, she was contemplating if she would throw the egg if worse came to worst. The skeletal form of a squirming arm turned into a full-blown zombie girl crawling from the soil, which freaked the heck out of Cent. Though it was entertaining to see a zombie clad in a green dress and jewelry pieces while its eyes were almost dangling from its skull. Its blondish hair was practically nonexistent, but it did not stop the zombie girl from wearing a headband. Wow, there is something wrong with me, admiring the fashion style of a zombie known

Before long, I felt my hands grow so numb that I could barely move them. I was so cold. I knew I had messed up. I would never dare covet my younger brother Beckett Walker's food again—not even a whiff of it. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a red alert echoed through the entire base. It was a Code Red—the highest-level zombie horde invasion! I could hear panicked screams, frantic footsteps, and the deafening roar of heavy gunfire. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to shout, my voice trembling and stuttering from the cold. "Dad! Mom! Let me out! The zombies are here!"

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

I was making my way home, rushing to make some dinner for myself. Yeah, this is just a simple routine that I do daily. I know, it's a boring, pointless life. I've been like this since I was ten. Don't ask me why because life is never been too good for me. I even forgot someone important to me, and the promise we made for each other. *BEEP SHHH Inattentive, I suddenly saw a car's light flash through my life while I was running in the crossing lane---

If zombies exist then I’m probably one of them. Blank mind and walking like a crazy dude, that’s me right now. I’m now here somewhere in our city walking, not minding the people around me. It’s not because I don’t give a damn about them, it’s because my brain can’t handle some shits anymore.