#ombies

I said to him, "State your business, mortal!" There was no need for me to call him "mortal" or to speak like a sixteenth-century knight. It just sounded cool. ↗

— Alan Goldsher

#paul-is-undead #zombies #business

They say a happy childhood is a lousy preparation for life. Kids who spend their playground days fat, ginger or gay know the truth. The world has always been full of vicious predators. For plenty of people this carnage and savagery is business as usual. ↗

— Adam Baker

#gay #life #zombies #business

... Will you be okay or is there something I could help you with?" "I'm just going to change in to comfy clothes and hit the sheets." "And what's the verdict on whether or not you want my help with that?" He flashed a cocky smile at me. He was undeniably sexy, in an "I-have-poison-blood-in-my-veins" sort of way. ↗

— Kelly Hashway

#paranormal-ya #zombies #change

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 Grant

#zombies #movies

..the nuclear family from across the street, which, as a result of decay, truly did have 2.5 kids; ↗

— Robin Becker

#humour #zombies #death

Somewhere deep inside, his humanity had been shaken by something so unnatural, so foreign in its essence, his very being withdrew from it... ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#retribution #zombies #death

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 Sobon

#ya #zombies #death

Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#fantasy #futuristic #paranormal-romance #science-fiction #war

Mark Spitz had met plenty of the divine-retribution folks over the months. This was their moment; they were umbrella salesmen standing outside a subway entrance in a downpour. The human race deserved the plague, we brought it on ourselves for poisoning the planet, for the Death of God, the calculated brutalities of the global economic system, for driving primordial species to extinction: the entire collapse of values as evidenced by everything from nuclear fission to reality television to alternate side of the street parking. Mark Spitz could only endure these harangues for a minute or two before he split. It was boring.The plague was the plague. You were wearing galoshes, or you weren't. ↗

— Colson Whitehead

#blame #devine-retribution #zombies #death

When it's my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies. ↗

— Cedric Nye

#blood #death #fear #grace #horror