Hello everyone.
I have some bad news for the present, and some (hopefully) good news for the future.
I’m going to put this in bullet points first, to rip the bandage off as qui...
2025-09-05 17:54:51 +0000 UTC View PostTick tock, tick tock. Time counts down for zombie girls too, even in the cold of the tomb. But it seems like there's few hours left, before the gates are thrown wide for all the hounds of hell.
... 2025-09-03 23:50:49 +0000 UTC View PostChapter wanders the misty moors, singing lonely songs in forgotten tongues, to ears that quiver in fright behind high stone walls.
Like insects huddled beneath a rock, zombie girls writhe and wriggle down in the dark, warming themselves on each other's undead flesh.
Black rain falls unceasing, from skies long burned to ash. No dead soul recalls the sun, and the soil is turned to dust. But zombie girls can reinvent the umbrella, and this time it'll be made from...
2025-08-21 00:20:07 +0000 UTC View PostChapter sifts alien sand through three-clawed hands, watching sunset behind glittering rings, waiting for nightfall so far from Earth.
Chapter strides the fairy paths, through woodland shadow and moorland mist, outpacing night's unkind caress.
Zombie girls fall deep into dreary dark, with no way out but down and down and down. But what's that? Is it a speck of light, or just a flicker of the brain, before endless night?
Chapter wanders lightless halls between starlight voids of smoke and ash, raking claws along stony walls, following silent footfalls in the crushing gloom.
Too many zombiegirls all crammed into one place. Zombie girl critical mass! That results in a zomsplosion. Or a girlsplosion? No, that's what Elpida does behind closed doors.
Peel back the shell, the ceramic chainmail, the padded clothes, the bodysuit, and what's left beneath but a memory of flesh? Don't worry, zombie girls, you're just as real as wild-grown meat.
Chapter surfs the rim of the accretion disk, singularity below, void above, accelerating into an infinity of stars ahead.
Chapter howls through the highland murk, calling from hilltops and ridges, seeking trespassers in the misty heights.
Don't give up, Ooni! You're not a skeleton yet, but you might end up that way, if you give up hope. So, don't! Hope never dies.
Chapter wanders the cold streets of morning, past walls of glass and under arches of steel, chasing the edge of night.
Lost in a dark place, and the waters keep rising. These zombie girls better find higher ground, before they sink too deep.
Do zombie girls hunt other zombie girls, or do they merely stagger and stumble the general direction of their desires?
Chapter dives the flanks of brine-streaked isles, scooping silt and salt with webbed claws, sucking seaworms from a handful of mud.
Chapter sails the sun-starved void between creations, on wings of silver gossamer and a hull of stone-hard wood glazed with molten gold.
Do blob girls go slorpa-slorp if nobody is around to get eaten? Iriko would never slurp her food, she's too polite.
Chapter burrows through soil and rock, haunting warrens and racing moles, winding through the iron-grey forest roots.
Wake up, zombie girl. Wake up and chug your brain juice, you've got work to do.
2025-06-05 00:38:27 +0000 UTC View PostAre nanomachine zombies just robots, destined to fulfil their fate; or are these soft machines something more then mere automation?
Chapter hangs in low orbit, skimming the edge of the void, waiting for the secret signal from the surface below.
Chapter crawls from a cocoon of glass and steel, unfurling wings of wire and light, before fluttering off into the cosmic deep.
Do zombie girls dream of electric meat? What core of gristle and grime lies behind all that cold bone?
2025-05-15 00:11:53 +0000 UTC View PostChapter waits in the old clocktower, singing songs to passing maidens, waiting for the hands to strike the hour.
What undead hand, what undead face, lies behind the curtain lace? Not Elpida's, that's for sure.
2025-05-08 00:14:24 +0000 UTC View PostSilico or silicon? Or just too silly to get along? Elpida can't rely on unforeseen qualities; she best hold on to that gun.
Chapter vaults the fallen trees, scurrying through barbed undergrowth, sniffing out a trail of knives on the forest floor.