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

Byul stayed hidden in the dark as he cautiously watched the zombie plodding in the wide space. He glanced at the zombie’s face and thought of a conclusion. He wasn’t actually the undead who bite people and infected someone so that the world will became an apocalypse but a brain-dead person? His complexion was pale but not to the point it was rotting beneath and his movements were light-headed and he had no sense. He didn’t even attack him when he approached like the typical zombie who bites.

Maria looks for what she can use to kill the zombie. But she said to herself that, how can she kill it because she has never killed a zombie before, what if the zombie attacked her. Then she remembers the day her brother told her that zombies can die only if they attack them on the head but if it is another part of their body they won't die. They're bushes at the left and right of the road, Maria moves closer to one side and searches the area maybe she will see any stick that is strong enough to kill the zombie.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

"This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year." I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms. This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool. I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it." Winnie's expression stiffened. Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound. "Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!

“That’s not them. That’s a way beefier engine.” Gods, sometimes I got so sick of being the only person around without supernatural senses — or any knowledge of cars. “Who’d be coming to visit us? Oh, fuck, what now? Do zombies drive? If a zombie’s driving that car, you’re on your own, brother-in-law or not. I’m going to barricade myself in the kitchen with the kids and eat pie until the fucking new year.” “You haven’t made any pie yet, and I’m not convinced you know how,” Arik retorted.

Zoya The zombie screeches like a vulture and takes charge with its mouth snapping air. I brace myself for the end, already imagining death's hands around my neck, choking me slowly. I'm a tough girl, but ever since I was forced to kill my sister when she turned, I've suffered PTSD. As a result, whenever I look a zombie in the eye, I'm rendered paralyzed, too traumatized by the memory to act.

Bima thought fast. How do I make a meme that can mess with this crazy zombie? The BOSS Zombie pulled his cleaver from the shelf, then turned to face Bima and Lia. He pointed the blade at Bima, specifically at the Indomie in his hand. Mmmph... special Indomie mukbang... must have... drama... and... regret! Regret, you say?! Bima growled. He gripped his Indomie tight. He stared at the freezer on the zombie's back, then at the crushed Indomie inside.

Hollywood is the only zombie reference I have and according to them the zombies should devour us. He shrugs. "They don't need sustenance to survive. It's the best we can come up with. They don't get skinny or fat and they don't digest food or expel body waste. Their brains have some activity, more of a misfire than an actual current, but for all intents and purposes, they're dead." "How did you check their brain activity?" I ask. The darn hounds turn to dust once they die so he must do it while they live.

Nothing could mask the sheltered upbringing she was exuding. “Bjorn,” Eustace said, coming to rest a soothing hand on Mel’s shoulder, calming the young woman down. “The hunt isn’t as dangerous as you’re making it out to be, and I am sure as a Sprite she could have a few contributions to make.” She addressed Mel, “Your help and knowledge would be appreciated when looking out for certain vegetables and spices to bring back to the clan, maybe something even new we’re not so accustomed to?” ‘Oh, no. Not this.’ Mel silently cowered. She knew enough about vegetation, but not much to be outstanding, and she doubted that the werebears didn’t already know whatever plant-based knowledge she was going