Zombies Funny Novels & Stories

"You didn't actually think you were going to be the next Donna of the Griffin family, did you?" ... My mind went blank. I didn't know how to react. As the shock wore off, I pulled away from Rhys's embrace and awkwardly scrambled to pick up my clothes from the carpet. All I wanted was to get out of there. But Rhys stopped me. "Maeve, wait." He caught my wrist, his voice laced with amusement. "You haven't misunderstood our relationship, have you?" The words "just having fun" hit me like a bullet. I could barely breathe, my fingers trembling so much I couldn't fasten my bra.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

Two zombies burst through the restroom entrance first, a boy and a girl in old uniforms. Their bodies were long past fresh decay, and their faces were chewed down to ruin. One was missing half a forehead and eye, while the other's lower face was gone from nose to chin. Under the red glow of the setting sun, their wounds looked even worse. The zombies burst through the restroom entrance, mouths gaping like blood-slicked abysses, their gray, clouded eyes fixed hungrily ahead. Shing! Slash! Hayley drove the short blades in both her hands straight into the skulls of the lunging zombies. The moment the zombies dropped, she broke into a sprint toward the hallway.

He was so lucky I’d been born first and groomed for this bullshit instead of him. I shouldn’t have been thinking of it as fun, of course. Pack leaders didn’t get to have fun, and they didn’t think zombies were a nice change of pace from listening to ancient, cranky Stephen — who’d already been old as dirt when he sat on my dad’s council — drone on and on about how we needed to put more effort into making a profit off the junkyard we owned. And pack leaders definitely didn’t whoop with satisfaction as they swung a machete at exactly the right angle and speed to send a zombie’s head flying like the world’s grossest golf ball.

Yes, but it’s how things are. Humans try to fight, but zombies aren’t that hard to kill. You have to chop their head off. Fire might slow them down, but it normally doesn’t kill them. Oh, did I mention they can heal? Not fast, but faster than a human. Some call them Super Zombies as they are nothing we ever predicted.

Xia's eyes were half-closed when the zombie's dull eyes lightened out of the blue. “Wu…ye…s…wu” the zombie clumsily said, it took a long time for him to organize words as a response. Xia thought it was really funny to see this silly zombie have that kind of expression. Her fetishes for a person's silly appearance make her hook for a moment before snapping back into reality. Xia look over at the zombies not far away from her with a smile still plastered on her pouty plump lips, now it was the zombie turn to be hooked again, he was always really attracted by the little girl smiles, a ruthless smile, a playful smile, a creepy smile, all in all, he was so hooked that he felt he can continue to l

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.

“Flossie, calm down. You need to tell us how many and how far they are. And more importantly, what the fuck is a zomber?” “You know, zombers. ZOMBERS!” Flossie jumped up and down and waved her hands about. The commotion brought the others out of their tents to find out what all the noise was about, just in time to see Flossie start to dance. “What are you doing?” I asked her. She made T-rex arms and stomped from foot to foot. “Isn’t that the dance from the Thriller video?” said Jenny. “Oh, I see,” I said. “You mean zombies. Zombies are coming. Fuck.”

Before Lucas could release the Apocalyptic Legion from System Space, Lucas heard the howling of zombies. Hundreds of zombies came sprinting at Lucas. Zombies were actually active dead people. Adding to the fact that the zombies were low-leveled zombies, it was impossible for them to be intelligent. The zombies were like famished ghosts that had spotted a human. To them, it was as though they had spotted the most delicious food on earth. Lucas was too lazy to make a move. He released the Apocalyptic Legion from System Space. Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet, Rayne, Sven the swordsman, Skeletal Lady, and Rexy.