Novel & Cerita Zombie Funny Quotes

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

I immediately jammed the descend button again and dropped the terrified Garrett back down like a human yo-yo, bouncing just above the heads of the zombie horde. "Going down! "Coming up! "Wow! That zombie jumped pretty high and almost snatched your hairpiece!" Suddenly, a foul, sharp stench wafted up from Garrett's body and was carried into the window by the cold wind. I pinched my nose in disgust and clicked my tongue. "What's going on, Uncle Garrett? You were just making fun of me for wetting the bed when I was three and said it showed I'd never amount to anything, didn't you?

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

"Have you come to play with me?" What the hell—a zombie that can talk?

Evelyn muttered, both of us stopping midway in the hall thinking about how beyond fantasy world is hidden with. "Zombies are definitely real because you look like one, sis." Ivy chuckled weirdly, looking me from top to bottom. "Even bloody mary exists because of you, sickeningly brothers," I growled, punching him in the gut. He hissed, rubbing the sore part as he shot me a glare. I stuck my tongue out at him, hitting him with the purse one last time before I sprinted away.

– One of a man in his late thirties said to the six other people around him “Hah! Being killed? Old Yao, you’re already dead!” – One of the men in their early twenties said as he laughs The man who was called Old Yao said, “Damn you! I’m not dead! I only turn into a zombie, I can still be killed, you idiot. If I really get killed this time, then it’s the end of me.” “Since you already feel afraid just by standing in front of the supermarket door indicates that the person who has that tarrying presence that you felt is clearly stronger than us. I just don’t know how a human could become that so much strong.” – A man sitting on the single sofa said

He added. “Yeah, yeah.” I said and stood up. “You too, go home already too hard, hardwork at 9 pm is not making you handsome… it’s making you look like a zombie.” I said and laughed. “F*ck you, after my good advice you’ll say that in return?! You ungrateful little f*cker!” He said and stood up and said that he is about to come to me so I ran to the door laughing. “Arrange my office for me brother---zombie.” I said and immediately went inside the elevator even though I heard him curse me.

"I want to hit you, that's what. What's wrong with your head? I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen someone as dumb as you. If you've got trouble understanding English, go back to school and learn your alphabets. Maybe then you'll hear how stupid you sound. "You're saying I killed your brother? Everyone else in that dorm didn't turn into zombies, but he did, and somehow that's my fault? What, do my hands carry a virus now? I slapped him and turned him into a zombie? If that's the case, go ahead and wait. I'm hitting you with the same hand. You'll be joining him in no time.

he begins to laugh All the zombies all gather me and began to jump on me one by one

Zombie "Sorry for my misconduct, my name is Jeffrey but call me Zombie." Johnson "Mine is Johnson, nice to meet you!" Zombie " Pleasure is mine, nigger!" We soon got along and talked about alot of things, though he may be weird but he was an interesting fellow, but he had one strange habit, whenever he was talking, he would be rubbing his hair backwards, What's up with that?. Zombie " I seen you before! Always minding ur business, its good man! But you need to have some fun!" Johnson " Trust me, I've had lots of fun before coming here, I just want to study!"