Zombie Kitty Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

The nasty being finished grinding off the bones as well as the flesh, the sound like a soothing balm to my bruised ego. She starts screaming for more. "That's enough for today, but just pray the next victim comes soon" I tell the hyena and just as obedient as everyone is to my words, she went back into her cage and sits down. See, even the animals know who to mess with. My mind went back to that misery of a creature. My cousin's wife. "Welcome to the family, you are sure gonna love your stay here as I would make everyday more than hell to you" I promised, crushing the liquor glass in my hand and a few strands cut through my hands but I don't give a fuck about it.

It seemed even the military personnel had realized that the zombies were simply impossible to wipe out. The neighborhood was quiet, but abnormally so. We occasionally heard some zombie roars, and there was no one alive in sight. Joyce looked out the window curiously at the zombies roaming around outside. "Mommy, why won't they stop walking?" She still couldn't understand life and death. I said cajolingly, "Because they're very ill and can't go home. If you see people like them outside, remember to hide, okay? Or you won't be able to come home, too. Do you understand me?"

KITTEN. ~~~~

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.

I was too busy typing back an email to my business associates that i didn't notice she came back and closed my laptop. " Alexandria, I'm busy typing a message. " I complained, but she didn't listen to me, she sat next to me and took the laptop away. I tried to reach it, but she stood up from the bed and held it higher like she could. My little kitten looks so cute, doesn’t she know I’m taller than her? An idea flashes in my head. So my kitten wants to play with me, huh?

Zoey froze steadily. "Oh dear. I think I forgot her." The woman walked towards the blanket, before her hands whipped it away. Another creature crawled out of the blanket, its steady blue eyes gazing sharply at Zoey. Zoey gulped in nothing in particular. "Saw her all alone yesterday, she doesn't really speaks and stay all by herself, poor her doesn't have any name." Gently, Zoey walked towards the kitten, before bending a little, it was white, with those gentle blue eyes that wavered down her lids. It reminded her of Zara, her blue-eyed daughter. Her. She had blue eyes too. Natasha, and Nikky.

Truly jinxed. Doom — because of course that’s his name — attempts a food heist. She breaks off a piece of meat and feeds the little criminal, who accepts it with zero shame. I still can’t decide if he’s the cutest or ugliest kitten I’ve ever seen. He looks like the kind of cat that would sit on a witch’s broomstick, judging villagers. She switches on the TV. Pretty Woman. Not exactly my genre, but honestly? I’d watch static if it meant she stayed curled up next to me.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

I don't know how old I really am, I just learned how to talk, but I know that I was raised in a cage, the ones who took care of me were humans, not nice ones, they don't like me, they told me so, they forget to feed me, they don't change me enough, and I feel sick more days, I spend most of my days sleeping due to the medication they give me to keep me asleep. I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Neve, I'm a kitten, a Neko, I'm half kitten half-human, I have a human body just add to it cat ears and tail and me being more prone to act like the kitten I am. My hair is long and brown, it always hurt when they brush it for me, but they said that having long hair would get them more money, I have