Zombie Girlfriend Comic Novels & Stories

, but no words came out. The look of horror on his face remained unchanged. With an exasperated sigh, the girl twisted her neck around to look behind her. She screamed as a pair of rotting hands yanked her from the back of the truck. Vincent scrabbled backward across the metal truck bed, away from the gruesome monster that had grabbed his girlfriend. The thing’s face was a mass of sores and scabs, and its eyes bulged unnaturally out of an emaciated skull. One word formed in Vince’s brain as the creature’s teeth tore into the girl’s shoulder—zombie! Before he could process anything more, strong hands pulled him over the other side of the truck. An equally horrid face pressed close to his as s

The phoenix dorm room-mates started their quest after a small break. Huomei this time is trying to burn only the neck of the zombie, so they can identify people by the faces. One of the rooms was open. Zombie must have come from that room. Suyan took a picture of the face for the record. They cautiously tied up everyone in the open room. This room is short of one person. So there are only five unconscious girls. Another person woke up as they were tying up.

A man and a woman. Zomzom turned his head, feeling his neck bones crack, and stared into the distance with his dead eyes. His master was leading Angelina by the hand. Neither of them knew the zombie was there. The girl was wearing a sky-blue dress, a luxurious yet flimsy one, like a summer cloud. The Undead King had put on a grey suit with a blue trim. So now they looked like a real couple. A future husband and wife. This evoked strange feelings inside the zombie. As if food was churning around in his stomach.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

Meanwhile, the comments were having the time of their lives. [Yes! This is exactly how they should be tortured!] [Dan got caught stealing dog food yesterday. It had me in stitches.] [But be careful, PC. The comments are saying a zombie wave is coming soon, and Callie seems to be secretly gathering strength. She might try something.] A zombie wave? I narrowed my eyes. It looked like the last bit of value those two pieces of good-for-nothing had was finally about to be cashed in. However, what I didn’t expect was how quickly the zombie wave would arrive.

It locked onto the fresh prey ahead, its pale eyes blazing with hunger. It leapt high. Under the harsh white lights, its twisted, dead face filled their vision. It lunged toward the couple running at the very back. "Raarh!" At the critical moment, the boyfriend suddenly let go. He abandoned his girlfriend and ran for his life. "Kevin!" Lydia Peay screamed. The zombie was already right behind her. "Raarh!" Just as Lydia thought she was done for, another chair leg smashed into the zombie's face. Bang!

Jane said. "My police boyfriend, we stay here when everybody turns but one day, we tried to clear all the zombies around here. That day we killed a lot of them but after doing that my boyfriend ran out of bullet, so he got bitten by one of the zombies then he left before he turns. so I stay here alone ever since then. "Casandra replied. Then Jane said "We can't stay here for long those monsters will break that demn door!

Blood slid from his lips, yet he managed a weak smile. He pulled the knife out and held it toward me. "Three stabs. Fiona, I did it." "You—" The veins on Tommy's hand bulged. I reached out and gently pressed his arm down. Looking at Scott, I said coldly, "Who said I'd agree just because you did it?" Scott froze. I smiled. "You and I had ninety-nine fake breakups. You've only stabbed yourself three times for the first time. What's the rush?" Tommy looked at me. He visibly let out a breath of relief, then smiled. "You scared me to death."

From last minute projects, late night studying and meeting up with colleagues to talk about job hunting, Zack rarely saw his girlfriend and even when he did, it was only for a few minutes, meaning they hadn't been intimate for long. But Zack, being the understanding boyfriend he is, gave his girlfriend the space she needed, knowing how important her carrier was to her. Just as he was scrolling, a list of articles popped up and one caught his eye. 'Best gifts for your woman to celebrate your anniversary' Without a moment of hesitation, Zack clicked on the article and was directed to the page. "Lover boy!" Someone laughed while patting Zack on his shoulder. Even before he looked up, Zack alrea

Lena's POV I noticed three days after the midnight sitting room. We were at breakfast — our strange, quiet routine of it, the one that had settled between us without either of us deciding it would. Damian was reading, I was eating, the morning doing its usual thing with the light through the window. He reached across the table for the coffee pot and his sleeve pulled back. Just for a moment. Just enough. A scar ran along the back of his right hand — thick, pale against his skin, the kind that doesn't fade with time because whatever made it went deep enough to mean business. It disappeared beneath his cuff before I could trace its full length.