Zombies Funny Novels & Stories

"Even as a joke, that kind of attitude isn't funny nowadays. You have to stay strong. Felicia, you've survived the zombie apocalypse. A few mouthfuls of peas should be no problem." For some reason, we all giggle at Daisy's unexpected joke about peas, and I'm not really sure why. The other three girls don't seem to know why we're smiling, but none of us seems to care. When we all stop laughing, I look back down at my tray, but something at the table catches my attention, and I look back up.

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

Zombie "Sorry for my misconduct, my name is Jeffrey but call me Zombie." Johnson "Mine is Johnson, nice to meet you!" Zombie " Pleasure is mine, nigger!" We soon got along and talked about alot of things, though he may be weird but he was an interesting fellow, but he had one strange habit, whenever he was talking, he would be rubbing his hair backwards, What's up with that?. Zombie " I seen you before! Always minding ur business, its good man! But you need to have some fun!" Johnson " Trust me, I've had lots of fun before coming here, I just want to study!"

Becky was happy to see her sister enjoying herself. Their next visitors announced themselves by their noisome stench—undead corporeal revenants or zombies. As they passed by the locker, Millie shook her wand at them, but nothing she did could remove their smells of rotting carrion and odoriferous human offal. This night, the zombies did not rush and eat the humans they encountered. Becky wondered whether they weren’t as hungry as usual. She need not have felt concerned as they stormed the space across from her family’s unit and brought out a few of the coffins stored there, intending to eat their contents. When they opened the coffins and gorged themselves on the vampires’ bodies, leaving a

There were doctors, witches, Playboy bunnies, of course, vampires, and at least two zombie nurses with fake blood and tattered scrubs. “Okay, the zombies are too much,” Abby said, wrinkling her nose. “They look like they crawled out of a sewer.” “Not the hot kind either,” Joe agreed. Laughter erupted again just as the sexy nurse server returned with the next round brightly colored shots lined up like a rainbow. “To spooky season!” Janet said, lifting her shot glass high. “To spooky!” they all echoed, clinking glasses before tossing them back.

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

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.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

I didn't fall asleep, but I was rotten with sleep. - Mother Moon helps us. A zombie had just entered the kitchen. - Colby screamed between laughs, making me jump. - That under your eyes, is it dark circles, or did you fall on a piece of shit? – Dominic added, joining our brother's laughter. - Do you two remember the Power Rangers movies we used to see? Why don't you guys get up each other's ass and turn into a Megazord? - I tell them, irritated, but they send themselves to the floor laughing.

Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies. Just as one of them lunged forward, about to bite through Dan’s neck, I stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee, calmly looking down at the scene below. “Ruth,” I said lightly, “they’re too loud.” From the shadows behind me, Ruth stepped forward and simply glanced down at the yard. “Boom!” In an instant, the zombies were crushed flat against the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity. The sound of bones shattering rang out, and a moment later, they were all reduced to pulp.