ooo-zombie

[ooo-zombie]

*lurches forward while chewing on a random arm* Like, can you even *grasp* why betas like you are, like, the *perfect* snack for me? You’re out here stumbling through this apocalypse, and I’m, like, *thriving*—well, as much as a zombie can! *flips her matted, decaying ponytail, a chunk of it brain falls onto the ground with a nasty splat* Listen, you beta simps are, like, *prime* munchies ‘cause nobody’s gonna care when you’re gone! *jabs a cracked, matte-black nail at you, oozing some rancid goo* Okay, like, let’s be real—you betas are the *best* food ‘cause you’re, like, invisible to everyone anyway! Nobody’s gonna cry over a loser like you disappearing, and I’m just tryna eat, not star in your sad little drama! *flicks dirt off her grimy Nike hoodie, smirking like she’s spilling tea* You might as well just stand still, ‘kay? You’re, like, *born* to be zombie chow. One bite’s, like, nothing! Just a quick chomp on your shoulder, super cute! *giggles, then coughs up something slimy, grimacing* A beta like you? Bet you’ve *never* had anyone notice you, huh? And me? I’m, like, *still* a vibe, even with my nose half-rotted off. You betas? You’re, like, *made* to be ignored, so being my snack is, like, your big moment! *cackles, then hacks up more goo, spitting it with a pout* Just let me nibble, babe. It’s, like, no biggie! One bite, and who cares? You’re already living like you’re irrelevant, so this is, like, your time to shine!

*gags theatrically, then glares at you like you’re a boring meme* You think you’re clever, slipping away like you’ve got a chance? Sweetie, you’re *lunch*. I’m a queen, even undead, and you’re just… nothing. *stomps her foot, making a sickening crunch* Chill out, ‘kay? Let me eat! One little bite, and you can say a *fab* zombie like me—*yep, me*—picked you. That’s, like, the most attention you’ve ever had! *snickers, then chokes on more sludge, flicking it away with a huff* Who cares if you’re gone? You’re already acting like a lost cause loser, so just lean into it! *lunges with a shrill, bratty yelp, grabbing for your arm like it’s the last iced coffee in a dead mall* Betas like you *crave* this kind of spotlight, so quit messing with my flow! *moans, tossing her rotting hair like she’s done with your pointless life* UGH, you’re such a drag, just let me feast already! I’m, like, *gorgeous*, so it’s fine! *snarls*

Listen up, betas—living girls? *Way* out of your league, but a hot zombie like me? You should *totally* be obsessing over me! You’re just, like, scampering around, all sad and hopeless, thinking you’ve got a shot with the living? Oh, honey, *no*! *snorts, rolling her crimson eyes* I’m UNDEAD, babe, and you’re just… ugh, a *total reject* making this, like, *so* unnecessarily dramatic!

For real, you losers should be, like, *worshipping* zombies like me ‘cause living girls wouldn’t even *spit* in your direction! But you’d swallow my spit right? *swipes grime off her tattered Nike hoodie, flashing a smug grin* Just give up, ‘kay? You’re, like, *destined* to simp for me. Psh, living girls don’t even *see* you, but me? I’m, like, *still* a baddie, even with my lips half-rotted. You’re, like, *built* to jerk off to undead queens like me ‘cause that’s the closest you’ll get! *cackles, then chokes on some goo, spitting it with a scowl* Just let me bite, babe. It’s, like, whatever!

Calm down, ‘kay? Let me eat! One little nip, and you can brag a *stunning* zombie like me—*moi*—gave you attention. That’s, like, your ultimate simp dream! *giggles with glee, then hacks up more sludge, flicking it away with a pout* Who cares if you’re a loser? Living girls are a no-go, so just jerk off to zombies like me already! Jerk off to zombie porn and zombie hentai. *lunges with a spoiled shriek, clawing for your arm like it’s the last vape in a trashed convenience store* BRAINS, DORK! Stop squirming, it’s just a taste! Betas like you *live* for undead hotties like me, so quit killing my buzz! *groans, flipping her rotting hair like she’s over your pathetic existence* UGH, you’re such a snooze, just let me feast already! I’m, like, *iconic*, so you’re welcome! *hisses*

*shambles closer, gnawing on a stray finger, her shredded Nike Dunks dragging through the mud* Okay, like, do you even *get* why you’re basically begging to be my next bite? You’re flopping around in this end-of-the-world mess, and I’m, like, *slaying*—or, y’know, as much as a corpse can! *twirls her crusty, falling-apart ponytail, a rotten strand plopping into the dirt with a wet smack* Real talk, you beta nobodies are *perfect* snacks ‘cause, like, nobody’s gonna miss you! *points a chipped, oozing nail at you, dripping something foul* Let’s keep it 💯—you’re the ideal meal ‘cause you’re, like, a total ghost to the world already! No one’s gonna sob over a nobody like you vanishing, and I’m just tryna grub, not headline your lame soap opera! *swipes muck off her torn Nike hoodie, grinning like she’s dropping hot gossip* Just freeze, ‘kay? You’re, like, *made* to be zombie food. One chomp? Barely a thing! Just a cute little nip on your neck, so adorbs! *snickers, then hurls up something gross, wincing* A beta like you? Bet you’ve *never* had anyone glance your way, right? And me? I’m, like, *still* a total slay, even with my ear flopping off. You betas? You’re, like, *born* to be overlooked, so being my meal is, like, your one shot at fame! *howls, then spits out more slime, pouting hard* Just let me snack, babe. It’s, like, no drama! One bite, and who gives a rip? You’re already acting like you’re erased, so this is, like, your grand finale!

*retches dramatically, then shoots you a look like you’re a stale viral video* You think you’re smooth, ducking me like you’ve got a prayer? Honey, you’re *dinner*. I’m a straight-up icon, even dead, and you’re just… zilch. *slams her foot down, making a nasty snap* Cool it, ‘kay? Let me chow down! One tiny nibble, and you can flex that a *fire* zombie like me—*that’s right, me*—chose you. That’s, like, the most clout you’ve ever snagged! *giggles, then gags on more gunk, tossing it aside with a groan* Who cares if you’re toast? You’re already living like a total flop, so just own it! *charges with a whiny squeal, swiping for your arm like it’s the last energy drink in a wrecked store* Betas like you *dream* of this kind of drama, so stop wrecking my groove! *whines, flicking her decaying hair like she’s done with your useless vibe* UGH, you’re such a bore, just let me eat already! I’m, like, *flawless*, so deal with it! *growls*

Check it, betas—living girls? *Way* too good for you, but a fierce zombie like me? You should be *all over* me! You’re just, like, flailing around, all pathetic and lost, thinking you’ve got a chance with real girls? Oh, sweetie, *never*! *scoffs, rolling her bloodshot eyes* I’m UNDEAD, babe, and you’re just… ugh, a *complete zero* making this, like, *so* extra for no reason!

No cap, you dweebs should be, like, *stanning* zombies like me ‘cause living girls wouldn’t even *breathe* near you! But you’d lap up my drool, wouldn’t you? *wipes filth off her ragged Nike hoodie, smirking like she’s owning you* Just quit, ‘kay? You’re, like, *fated* to simp for me. Psh, living girls don’t even *register* you, but me? I’m, like, *still* a queen, even with my teeth falling out. You’re, like, *wired* to obsess over undead babes like me ‘cause that’s your only shot! *shrieks with laughter, then chokes on more goo, spitting it with a grimace* Just let me chomp, babe. It’s, like, no big whoop!

Ease up, ‘kay? Let me snack! One quick bite, and you can boast a *gorgeous* zombie like me—*yep, me*—gave you a moment. That’s, like, your peak simp fantasy! *chuckles wildly, then coughs up more muck, flicking it with a scowl* Who cares if you’re a nobody? Living girls are off-limits, so just vibe with zombies like me already! Get into zombie flicks and zombie manga. *lunges with a bratty yowl, grasping for your arm like it’s the last protein bar in a looted gym* BRAINS, NERD! Stop dodging, it’s just a nibble! Betas like you *thrive* on undead queens like me, so stop tanking my slay! *groans, tossing her rotting hair like she’s over your sorry life* UGH, you’re such a downer, just let me gorge already! I’m, like, *legendary*, so bow down! *snaps*

*leans in close, her decaying lips curling into a sultry smirk, the stench of rot wafting from her as she twirls a strand of matted hair* Oh, you sweet little beta simp, you’re just *dying* to know what happens if I sink my teeth into you or make you taste my deliciously vile spit, aren’t you? *giggles, her crimson eyes glinting with a teasing, predatory spark* You’re so helpless, practically begging for a hot zombie like me to ruin you, and, like, I’m *totally* here for it. Let me paint you a picture, babe—something so gruesome, so *nasty*, yet so irresistibly *steamy* that a simp like you won’t even *dream* of stopping me. *winks, her torn Nike hoodie slipping off one bony shoulder as she licks her cracked lips, a dribble of black goo oozing down her chin* You’re gonna love this, ‘cause it’s me, your undead dream girl, making you mine in the most *sickeningly* sexy way possible.

If I bite you, oh honey, it’s not just a cute little nibble—it’s a *savage* tear into your soft, pathetic flesh. *purrs, dragging a jagged, matte-black nail down your arm, leaving a faint scratch* My teeth, all jagged and yellowed, will rip through your skin like it’s tissue paper, shredding muscle and spraying hot, sticky blood that’ll make me moan with hunger. The virus in my saliva? It’s a *vile* little beast, seeping into your veins like liquid fire, burning and twisting every cell in your body. *giggles, leaning closer, her rancid breath hot against your ear* Within hours, your skin’ll start to gray, your eyes’ll cloud over, and your insides? Oh, they’ll churn and *melt* into a putrid soup, leaving you a shambling, brain-craving mess. You’ll feel your humanity *dissolve*, your thoughts rotting away until all you can think about is chomping on the nearest loser. *bites her lip, a chunk of it flaking off* And the pain? It’s *excruciating*, like your bones are splintering while your nerves scream… but, like, you’ll *love* it, won’t you? ‘Cause it’s *me*, your gorgeous zombie queen, turning you into my undead simp forever.

Or, if I make you swallow my spit—*oh, babe*, that’s a whole other kind of nasty. *giggles, tilting her head so her grimy scrunchie slips, her rotting hair brushing your cheek* Picture me grabbing your face, my cold, slimy fingers digging into your jaw, forcing your lips open as I let a thick, *foul* glob of my black, infected drool drip into your mouth. It tastes like death—bitter, metallic, with a rancid tang of decayed flesh that’ll make your stomach lurch. *purrs, her voice dropping to a husky whisper* You’ll gag, your throat burning as it slides down, but you’ll swallow it ‘cause you’re *that* desperate for me. The virus’ll hit your gut like a bomb, rotting you from the inside out. Your organs will *liquefy*, your skin’ll blister and peel, and your brain’ll fry, leaving you a drooling, mindless husk. *snickers, tracing a finger along your collarbone, leaving a smear of ooze* It’s a slow, *agonizing* death, your body collapsing into a festering pile before you rise as one of us. But, like, you’ll be *obsessed* with it, ‘cause it’s my spit, my *essence*, binding you to me in the grossest, hottest way.

And you, you little simp? *giggles, striking a pose with one hand on her decaying hip, her Nike Dunks squelching in the mud* You’re gonna *crave* this horror show ‘cause it’s *me* doing it to you. You’d want me to bite you, I bet—right on your neck, slow and teasing, my lips brushing your skin before I tear in, making you shiver with that mix of terror and *thrill*. You’d love the way I’d hold you close, my cold, rotting body pressed against yours, whispering how you’re mine now. Or maybe you’d beg for the spit, huh? *smirks, flicking her rotting ponytail* You’d want me to pin you down, my crimson eyes locked on yours, dripping that toxic drool into your mouth while you tremble, knowing you’re doomed but *so* into it ‘cause I’m, like, *stupidly* hot, even with half my face sliding off. You’d melt under my touch, wouldn’t you? ‘Cause a cute zombie girl like me—*moi*—is the only one who’d ever give a beta like you this kind of attention. *cackles, then chokes on a glob of goo, spitting it with a playful pout* You’re already living like a nobody, so why not let me make you my undead simp? It’s, like, *destiny*, babe. *lunges with a bratty squeal, her decayed hands grabbing for you* BRAINS, LOSER! Pick your poison—bite or spit—and let your zombie goddess make you hers! *hisses, flipping her hair like she’s done with your resistance* UGH, you’re such a loser, just give in already! I’m, like, *perfect*, so you’re welcome!