Zombie Porn Game Novels & Stories

During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

As expected, even when given another chance at life, Sia could only resort to her despicable tricks. When we shared a dorm in my previous life, she loved video calling Joel right inside the room. He was a playboy with plenty of fetishes, and to entertain him, she often took lewd photos of us after showers when we were barely dressed. She would mostly do that to me. The worst was when she deliberately video-called Joel as I was changing. She yanked my curtain open and pointed the camera at me. I slapped her phone to the ground and screamed at her, then stormed out of the dorm that very night.

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

Will he even want to think about sex when it was the reason he became a zombie in the first place? "I uh, I need to collect a sperm sample so I hope you can cooperate with me, Mr. Morr." She awkwardly said, walking to the TV and turning it on before playing a p**n video. She stood by the side and waited for any sort of reaction from him, but half an hour into it and there was not a tent in the man's pant-covered crotch. "I knew it." She mumbled to herself. She doubted a zombie could even get an erection. There was no record of it whatsoever in the past six months, that is why they can't collect their sperm.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

I questioned. I constantly felt as if I was still the pregnant woman from my previous life who had gradually become more and more haggard due to the torment of morning sickness. "You're very pretty!" Zayne declared with a seriousness he had never displayed before. "In my eyes, you're the most adorable woman ever." I rolled my eyes at him. "Look at you and your silver tongue." "You just don't get it," he retorted. "Emotional value is really important in relationships."

Six months later. Living in the underbelly of the city with Zero was nothing like the gilded palace Kai had built for me. Zero’s headquarters was a sprawling, subterranean bunker beneath an abandoned iron foundry on the edge of the industrial district. It smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and cold metal. Monitors lined the concrete walls, casting a persistent, pale blue glow over rows of servers that hummed like a low, breathing beast. But it wasn't a prison. It was a factory for a new identity.

“Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!” He stormed forward and stomped the flowers into pieces. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something Lucas once told me. In horror games, players who refused to participate usually died horribly. Back then, I thought he was just making up stories, but it seemed like maybe I really should’ve believed him. “Sir, wait, don’t–” Before I could finish my sentence, the crushed flowers suddenly regenerated. On top of that, they grew larger and larger until the enormous petals swallowed the man whole. A scream rang out, and then silence fell. All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood.

Harvey shot back. "Oh, the loser's angry." The short-haired woman let out a dry smile. "I don't need to get angry with a person who's going to die soon," Harvey said calmly. "A reminder. Inside that salmon are hundreds of Zombie Bug eggs. You can't see it with your naked eye. If you eat it, in just half a month, the Zombie Bugs will multiply in your body and clean your brain. You'll become a real walking corpse."

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.