Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder?
Corey RedekopTags: humor humour horror monsters zombies
Alice is fictional. This isn't.
Jess C. ScottTags: satire simpsons dark-humor parody groupthink popular-culture short-story zombies group-think pop-culture american-culture sheeple mad-magazine lady-gaga resident-evil south-park zombie-apocalypse parodies
Bodies lay in the sun. Bodies stood in the sun.
N.J. HallardTags: horror apocalypse zombies scary creepy
Fresh is best.
Die BoothTags: horror capture taxidermy zombies re-vamp the-fourth-ape
How do you kill something that's already dead?
Nobody knows enough about them. Ask Jason. He'll have an opinion.
Wait a moment. Rachel could see Corinne talking to Jason, but they were too far ahead to hear. He says you chop them up into little pieces.
But what if that infects you with the disease?
Jason leaned closer to answer Corinne quietly. She laughed. You let Nollin do it.
Tags: humor seeds rebellion zombies brandon mull beyonders
Each time a girl approached the table, Mortimer would smile. Like this: And each time the girl would shriek and run away.
Kelly DiPucchioTags: love courtship zombies smiles
There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.
Nicole SobonYou know,” I fold my arms over my chest. “You’re quite annoying, but I guess your company is better than no company.” Keegan presses his arm against the wall beside my head and smiles. His curly black hair stands out against his pale skin. The slightest bit of sunlight finds its way inside the patio, reflecting upon his icy green eyes. His light pink lips turn up in a smile. With his mouth closed, he is actually quite attractive.
Nicole SobonIn fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses.
At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home.
And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.
Tags: grief aloneness rebirth resurrection zombies
My story ended where so many stories have ended since the Rising: with a man—in this case, my adoptive brother and best friend, Shaun—holding a gun to the base of my skull as the virus in my blood betrayed me, transforming me from a thinking human being into something better suited to a horror movie.
Mira GrantTags: first-sentence zombies
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