Aminata Amponsah yawned and stretched as she stood on the Rampart, looking at the multitude of Undead besieging the remnants of metropolitan Accra, Ghana. The tall, dark-skinned and curvy young Muslim woman, a native of Kumasi City, did not like what she saw. Although a forty-meter-high wall with barbed wire on top protected what remained of metropolitan Acc...
Morning came as it usually does and the sun was playing hide and seek behind the clouds. The birds were chirping and the breeze was blowing. Just a normal Saturday morning in the town. Out in the country, it was anything but normal. There was a storm the night before and it had flooded the old county cemetery. A car pulled up and the county officer got out o...
The zombie crisis had swept the city and had claimed many lives. The zombies were known for being horny and fucking women before they devoured them. Some women escaped before they were turned into a zombie meal. She walked alone through the woods towards a safe house she heard about from others that had survived. Bree walked quietly through the trees and b...
"Zombie" "Would you like to see something interesting?" The phrasing was innocuous, but somehow the way Griffith said the words in his high, reedy voice made them hang in the air in a sinister fashion. He leaned forward slightly in his overstuffed chair with a child's curiosity in his eyes, but there was nothing innocent about him. If he had the inquisitive...
I thought I had hit the jackpot when I saw an advert for a driver for Eternal Rest, a funeral parlour in the next town. I didn't need to relocate, I could get there on my bicycle and soon I would have a car. I was dating a girl called Sammy at the time. The new job didn't bring us closer, in fact it had the opposite effect and during the next few weeks we gr...
My name is George W. Bush. I'm the Forty-Third President of the United States of America. The first openly bigoted dimwit to become Leader of the Free World. I'm also a zombie. In fact, most of the country and the world has been transformed into zombie. What is zombification? Simply put, the process through which a person becomes a zombie. In 2008, the Zombi...
Copyright Neonurotic, October 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # "Mmm, oh yaaah..." he smirked, catching a flash of her shap...
We've all got something we're ashamed of. Yeah, I guess that's part of human nature, I guess. Even though I'm not technically human, though. I am a zombie. I'm deeply ashamed of the world I live in. zombies suck. So do humans. I hate both species. Lord, I need a third option! Life as a member of the undead used to be pretty cool, I guess. I used to run with...
It was a night that she wouldn't forget as she walked into the old cemetery. She looked at the old headstones and grinned as she picked out one for her spell. She walked over and stood on it as she looked at the name, thunder rolled in the distance. Alicia was about to try her dead rising spell. She sat on her knees and drew the pentagram in the dirt. She li...
This is my first attempt in the humor rubric. I would love to hear your comments, either at the end of the story or by email. ************* A Blind Date "It's okay, Sally. We'll go out, get drunk, have a good time," Mary Ann said. She was a good friend, consoling me after that SOB boyfriend had dumped me last week. "We're all dressed up and frankly, girl...