Zombie Betulan Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 15 Slouching Towards Bethlehem Jon came back to the beginning. For eighty one days, the beast was fed. Crixen Runeburner, in human flesh, ate, drank, fucked, and shit in the mausoleum below Goodleburg Cemetery. All the cousins below, several hundred of the St. Fond family, continued non-stop until they were hollowed-out zombies, merely a shell for their magical egos.

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.

I yelled finally, swallowing hard as my eyes moved from house to house. “Even if we have, why would we waste anything on saving your weak ass?” one of the women yelled from her house and tears started to form in my eyes. The zombie moved faster, looking at me hungrily with its mouth open and saliva dripping from it. I planted my feet once I realized I had to face the zombie to get past it. "Have you lost your mind?" a member of the Beta family shouted from their window. "That weak, timid rogue slut? Let her die. She is useless anyway," another Beta called from inside.