Zombie Humans นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I thought they didn't exist. - Don't be naive, prince. Nothing appears in the human imagination without a basis in truth. It was the wildest rogues that gave rise to human legends about our species. It was the bloodthirsty madness of Dracula, which filled vampire legends in the minds of humans, and in their nightmares. When humans saw their deceased emerge from the graves, zombie legends began. No human has seen a zombie speak “brains” with hunger or bite a human being. The only thing they saw was decomposing bodies walking without memory, looking for the trolls who created them. They were basically the trolls' slaves. Without needing to eat, drink, sleep or rest. And when the bodies disappe

Zombies are not real. He is patient. His heart is killing him but he is patient. He will see it through. He will see the figure. Slowly, it is becoming clearer. He can see the shape out of the dark. It looks like a human. It is human. But zombies are humans that ended up as lab rats and return to revenge so it is too early to judge. If it is human, why are they out at night, walking slowly from the dark? The house. Towards the house.

It develops too fast and one wrong step could push her back to the death hole. Harry observes the girl and glimpsed several changes. "Are you getting better?" Ava jolted clearly in shock that the male lead noticed her transformation." Hmm... I eat... I feel better..." This sentence is enough for him to understand that this girl is not well fed by the family. He is grateful to cook for her yesterday or she would be even weaker now. Zombies can gain nutrients only by eating meats or they would lose their meat or skins for not taking them. It is like drugs for them, if they don't take it they'll die. "Then... do you want to eat with me again?" He throws a big gentle smile for her almost blindi

The memory of that time flashed, fueling my determination. With every breath, I feel the power surging within me. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of their shocked faces when they realize the true extent of my strength. I stood in front of my army, my eyes scanning the sea of faces before me. I had a plan, one that would ensure my success and guarantee the humans' defeat. With a swift motion, I raised my hands, dividing my army into two distinct groups. On one side, I had the mindless zombies - creatures created by mixing different chemicals. They were empty vessels, devoid of thought or reason. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disdain for

However, this is the worst case scenario because it directly involves life. She's energetic and can loosen her vigilance because she's invisible for the zombies while these people here inside the refugee's camp are scared of those man-eater monsters outside and cannot fight without hiding. Darwin Kim also saw the condition of the unconscious woman but he couldn't help at all. He's helpless and powerless. He's just slightly stronger than average human. It is enough to defend himself from limited number of zombies but he cannot defend all of the people inside this refugee's camp. Suddenly, the unconscious woman's finger twitched once. No one saw it, even Psyche Flint. Her skin slowly change in

Seeing that scenes, Zhi Yin cannot help but sigh. Zombies are very different from humans. They don’t know the word fear. They aren’t afraid even if their companions are being killed as they continue to chase their target. They don’t need to rest, feed on flesh and blood, and even if they are injured, they can slowly recover their broken body with their own powerful repairing skills.

Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender. "The Mummy, Creature from the Black Lagoon, the Thing…" If you think about it, a zombie isn't very original. It's like a mix between a vampire and Frankenstein's Monster—undead and butt-ugly. By the way, why do you think zombies like eating human brains?" "Because brains taste delicious." "Really? Have you tasted brains before?" "Course not. I'm not a zombie." "You are sometimes, my friend. It's like you don't have feelings at all. You're numb and indifferent about most things that happen in the Colony."

"But father, you told me that helping others is a good deed" "Oh, yes! Helping others is a great thing, but only if it doesn't kill you",said his father smiling. Young Zane didnot agree with his father but he nodded and said,"I understand father" "Now run along son! Your mother might be waiting for you!" The young werewolf ran away, shouting for his mother. All the werewolves lived in human form and transformed back to their original wolf-form whenever they wished. The night crept in and everybody was sleeping. Zane was awake, playing with a small knife that his mother had taught him how to hold and throw.

“Can you believe she thought she’d bring peace and happiness to the country by overthrowing it with an army of zombies. Did she think she’d be able to control them after they’d eaten enough brains to start thinking for themselves? Such delusion.” “They do what?” Max gasped. “They eat the brains of humans and, after a while, something happens in them that allows them to think for themselves,” Megan explained. “How many of these creatures are walking around now?” I asked. “I’m sure I couldn’t say,” Megan replied. “I imagine it would depend on how many of the walking dead the good lawman has managed to retrieve and send to his grave, permanently.” “Not enough,” Max mused. “A handful at best.

She asked. "As far as we know, those are no more people. They are zombies" I said. "We are all gonna die," She said as she sank her butts on the couch. "Not if we stay inside," Ambrose said. "For how damn long?" She asked. "Well... till they find a solution probably," I said. "See, I've watched a lot of Zombie movies, and most of those movies ended without getting a cure!" Hannah said. "My parents are in Florida, I have no idea if they're fine" She muttered.