Zombie Heart Novels & Stories

Suddenly they heard people screaming, Mrs Anabel George beep through the window and she saw zombies everywhere. Her heart was beating like bell she couldn't look. "What happened" Grace asked her mother then she walked close to the window and also beep her heart couldn't take what she saw then she she collapsed.

"Hill, honestly you need to see how you look right now. Look at how wide your eyes pupils are, like you're high on drugs or something, and let's not go to how messy you look right now because that would make me laugh out my heart." I doubted if she had a heart to laught out, she was too evil to have a heart, even if she once had a heart, it must have died the day I was born because ever since when I had opened my eyes for the first time on earth, my mum had been nothing else but a monster to Maribel and I.

There's a chill feeling of anger running down my spine at the moment I felt like a beast, aggressive like one of those cannibals. A zombie's head burst open like a smashed watermelon as I slam it's against the tree beside me. The one behind got its neck ripped off as I pull out a chunk of flesh and bones off its neck. A female zombie plunge herself to me, but I grip her by the neck, lift her off the ground and shove my hand into her chest. Brown congealed blood splatter to my face as I shove my right hand in between her breast, pulling out her heart. She drops, and I squeezed the heart between my fist.

heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid. For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness. She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts. Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain. Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. His eyes moved slowly between them.

Sometimes, I feel like karma just sits somewhere and shuffle my life like a card without caring what impact it would serve in my life. The red chamber, my heart changed overnight-- and it is not the same anymore-- not at all-- it has locked its door giving no room for ventilation. All I feel is grief that comes in a massive wave, it is gruelling, it steals my appetite and sleep alike. It is a huge shard in my guts, a thorn in my skin and it doesn't plan on leaving me-- not now-- not soon. It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath.

"Did I? We haven't gotten to the best part yet and you are already scared huh, Amore?" I hissed and sat back in the seat, crossing my arms in mild anger but it all suddenly disappeared when I heard Aurora shriek in excitement. "Mommy! See there's a light over there" A small smile formed on my face. All that mattered was she was having fun. I could hold on longer. What more could- okay not that statement again. We finally got to the light but it wasn't just the light. The tunnel was lit with spooky stick-like figures hanging around, the dark song was replaced with frightening yells and the zombie coming out of one of the walls in the tunnel had me screaming out loud.

"Tabitha took a deep breath. She closed her eyes to calm herself. Her emotions were very shaken. Right now, she wanted to get angry and scream, but she knew there was no point in doing that as it would only embarrass her. She didn't even know what she was crying. Was it heart that was because Ethan was out with another girl or for the man's death? Reflexively she touched her stomach. Tabitha's tears fell down her cheeks. She started sobbing. She wept for herself and the child in her womb. She wasn't crying for Ethan. Not. That man had killed Tabitha's love in his death. Meg watched her daughter's hand move. She immediately understood, and Meg crouched in front of her daughter, who was lookin

It was indeed a hand. The pacing of my heart accelerated, that thing could be coming from someone’s dismembered limbs, and I was locked up along with a corpse. I don’t want to approach it and confirm my suspicion. I stayed frozen in my place with my heart pounding restlessly in my throat without removing my eyes from the hand. That is until its fingers twitch, jolting my soul out of my body for a few seconds. A plethora of zombie-related scenes played in my head. Scaring myself even further.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

He is a heartless, ruthless demon and an enemy that is not easy to defeat. ******** Violet was standing by the window in her room, watching the rain falling. The sun had fallen asleep, leaving the sky in darkness. Tears dripped from Violet's eyes as her heart crying in pain. All the bad things that happened to her made her feel like she was living in hell.