Zombie Pony Novels & Stories

I pinch my eyes closed, suddenly feeling every bit of being a stupid, stupid pup. “The Midnight Protectors.” Protecting the dark. Well, what’s in the dark? All the things your parents warn you about, tell you are just tales meant to scare pups. The entire pack knows that the undead sleep below their surface, and moreover, they protect them. “The pack protects you during the day, while you sleep,” I ask, turning back to look at him.

After checking their levels, Philip said, “Although the Deadly Army has numbers on their side, they’re not very strong.” “Buddy, these monsters can't be killed. They can resurrect after death, so their numbers will keep growing the more we kill,” Oberon said at this time. Philip was surprised. What strange monsters. ‘They look like zombies but are different from zombies,’ Philip thought to himself without saying it out loud. Seeing the anxious people, he said, “Let’s see if there’s a way out. I didn’t look for one just now.” Everyone quickly checked the surroundings while the undead monsters were already on the pontoon bridge. Philip appeared in front of them.

The world's already dark enough, no need to spoon-feed myself more poison. What is normal in a world like this one, where zombies would be the least of our problems? Caleb and Jordan are the new normal as they spend all their free time in an endless party, drinking themselves into the void. Jade looks at me with an icy glance, and it stops me. Just a glance, but it lands. She’s halfway through her second glass, with eyes locked on her date, petting mine. Caleb’s got his mouth on Jordan’s neck now as he blows softly down her skin. Guess all that talk about being excited to see Jade was just noise. Figures.

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

Jeannine wasn’t in the truck. “She’s not here!” he called. Maybe she was thrown clear. “There is no one else out here,” Gallow called back. “Bits of zonbi, that poor girl, and Bernstein.” Gallow thinks they’re zombies, too. What the actual fuck is going on here? “Zombies,” muttered Curtis. “It’s zonbi in Creole,” replied Gallow. “You should know this shit, boss.” “Is that som’bitch conscious?” Curtis asked Fernández, ignoring Gallow.