#zombie survival

[robboyblunder]

My first incredible fanart for project zomboid, a game my pals got me into against all odds, is inevitably a mock yaoi cover for a drama with a love triangle. The amazing trio of Emon Gayass, Daniel Blossom, and Estelle Nicholas surviving the battlefield of love and zombies

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Bonus meme version under the cut:

#project zomboid #zomboid #yaoi #yaoi cover #emon gayass #daniel blossom #estelle nicholas #furry #spiffo #zombies #zombie #zombie survival #gay #alcohol #eye strain #please look at this i worked so hard on it #and got weirdly proud of it

[theladyregret]

Me trying to convince friends who like farming/crafting games to play Project Zomboid with me: It’s fine. I made it so the zombies are scarce and super easy to kill. If you find one just tell me and I’ll kill them for you. It’ll be fine.

The Zombies two houses down about to ruin everything:

#project zomboid #gaming #zombie survival #IM SORRY

[ikeychain]

Abbytober Day 26 - Zombie Apocalypse Survivor Abigail

#stardew valley #au #abigail #sv #sdv #zombie survival #caroline #myart #abbytober

[suppotato123]

I just learned today that the kind of fungus that turns ants into “zombies” actually doesn’t affect their brains at all. Instead it releases chemicals that trigger the ant’s muscles to move to the desired location. So for as long as the ant is alive, it’s brain is it’s own. The infection in TLOU video game is based on this fungus, which means that realistically, the zombies, for the duration of their life, will have to watch, completely helpless to stop it, as their bodies are used to infect other human beings. Man, I love science.

#tlou game #cordyceps #fungus #parasite #writing #zombie apocalypse #zombie survival #zombie #horror #terrifying #the more you know #the more ya know #science #i think im mentally ill #just saying

[devileaterjaek]

#gaming #fps #cod #cod zombies #cod blops #cod black ops 2 #call of duty #call of duty black ops 2 #raven software #first person shooter #first person shooters #horror #action horror #zombie survival #zombies #call of duty zombies #pc gaming #pc #xbox 360 #playstation 3 #ps3 #7th gen games #cw guns #guns

[neon-cit3]

Since I’m on the topic of zombies I’ve had no choice but to make my own scenario with survivor OC’s. Couldn’t get these goobs outta my head

I might delve into this world a little more but I’ll see where I’m at

#zombie #survivors #survivor oc #zombie survival #poc oc #oc art #oc artist #my oc art #character art #oc #character artist #digital art #digital artist #my art

[starbreezeme]

Thoughts On Jay

So I just wanna say, I am sure I am not the only ones who thinks so but in his last scene Jay pushes us down the stairs or smth. I dont think he had any bad intentions. Cause like remember there was a crash and he even shouted and then pushed MC. I think he tried to save MC from something. Probably zombies....afterall he didnt survive. Could it be Lawrence intentionally somehow caused his death? I am not sure and am not blaming Lawrence but there is a possibility because why Jay pushed us and how he died was never explained. I really hope he pushed MC to save her. Thats the most likely possibility. ^_^

Alright what are your thoughts? Lets discuss maybe ?

I signed up for a otome game but i got thriller instead :) Its not bad at all though.

#dangerous fellows #lawrence dangerous fellows #jay dangerous fellows #harry dangerous fellows #zion dangerous fellows #eugene dangerous fellows #ethan dangerous fellows #sue dangerous fellows #hailey dangerous fellows #scarlet dangerous fellows #judy dangerous fellows #zombie survival #dangerous fellows x reader #jay x reader #jay x mc #dangerous fellows lawrence #dangerous fellows eugene #dangerous fellows ethan #dangerous fellows harry #dangerous fellows zion #dangerous fellows jay #dangerous fellows jay x reader #otome guys #otome game #english otome #otome boys #thriller #zombie survival game #x reader #obey me mc

[halfgaygremlin]

*NOT SPECIFIC MAPS, MAP TYPES*

#gmod #maps #questions #poll #roleplay #sandbox #Prop hunt #valve games #zombie survival

[hazzieandnord]

Better save that ammo and get some stealth kills if you're planning on living through this one! haha

#youtube #gaming #indie games #indie gaming #pc games #gameplay video #video games #indiegaming #zombie survival #survival games #top down #keymailer #last hope bunker #last hope bunker zombie survival

[mariahlstudios]

Just becoming the most glam wood worker alive. Join me on the fashionable journey at https://twitch.tv/mariahlstudios See you there!

-xoxo mbl

#xoxombl #art #artist #twitch #stream #live #project zomboid #zombies #zombie survival #it's called fashion #retro #90s

[frostbitegator]

CW: Loud gun noises

I promise this won't become a solely VRChat video clips blog, but this may have been the most amount of fun I've had playing the game so far~!

🌐: "Zombie Survival" by TealDealMeal

#zombie survival #vrchat #vr #scalie #zombies #virtual reality

[theladyregret]

Decided to putz around in Solo play on Project Zomboid for a bit just as a break from the multiplayer...and...I’m used to going through several randos before I spawn somewhere survivable...but uh...

...in a room already occupied by three zombies? I uh....I’m just not sure that’s fair lol

“You survived 14 minutes”

...thanks.

#Project Zomboid #gaming #zombie survival #I love this game but damn that's just mean

[thealvininkwell]

Delirium: Description

What is 'Delirium'? 'Delirium' is an upcoming, ongoing zombie story told from the first-person perspective in a mix between a novel and journal style. It follows a group of characters, only one of which is doing the writing, as they try to survive both the undead, and the living.

The story has similar properties to 'The Walking Dead', but is ultimately separate, and draws heavily from other sources of zombie media. With heart and twists galore, 'Delirium' is the place to go for survival horror.

In a world where safety is a distant memory, no one is safe in the world of 'Delirium'.

#survival horror #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #sometimes i like to scoot around the floor like a slug #zombie #zombie survival #zombie stories #original story

[suppotato123]

Don’t mind me listening to zombie apocalypse ambience at 10 o’clock at night. I’m not scared; you’re scared.

#zombie survival #zombie apocalypse #zombie #asmr video #i think im mentally ill #zombie aesthetic #zombie apocalypse ambience #i think i’m funny #theyre #screaming incoherently #outside my window #they deserved better #gunshots #actually adhd #adhd #actually neurodivergent #high rise building

[rosiemoo]

After spending a month in a POW camp, the Punished Vivian Heart has finally escaped her captors

#cosplay #transgender #lgbtqia+ #selfie #larpgirl #larp #zombie #zombie survival

[spoldhamauthor]

Thought I would give you a little taster of 'Sleep, Think, Die,' maybe whet your appetite for a little zombie action...

"Don’t Look Up

Carson allowed himself only short, stunted breaths, his body stiff and alert. He ignored the protestations of pain his cramped knees were making, willing his very heartbeat to slow to crawling pace.

Though corrupt, the creature in the room below warranted a better description than zombie. Zombies have the trademark vacant, stupid stare, the slow, grotesque shuffle that defines the word. Even when they close in on fresh meat their expressions never change, their moronic moans never raise in pitch or fervour. No animation whatsoever passes over their lifeless, pallid faces.

To Carson, this was the real abomination, here in the centre of this ransacked room.

He had seen others like it before, the first months back, watching from yet another hiding place and waiting for the moment when he could make an escape. Watching as it hunted down and then made its kill. A kill so appallingly violent that even Carson, a survivor of over a year in this hell on earth, felt his stomach churn, his blood run cold at the sight of it. He had to turn his head away and close his eyes for a moment; he supposed that if nothing else then the depth of his revulsion was a sign that he at least was still human.

The memory of that kill, amongst all the others he had witnessed, still woke him from whatever sleep he could snatch, finding his hands clamped tight over his mouth as if acting independently of his brain, to stifle the screams.

Hunted.

Zombies don’t hunt. They close in, lemming-like, driven by the lust for flesh and blood to tear you limb from limb. They stumble upon their prey, some ancient instinct taking over their otherwise dumb minds and telling them to kill, to devour, to ravage. Then they move on, heedless of the gore and ripped shreds of skin, the slivers of bone in their drooling mouths.

This creature was different. Oh, it was zombie- like in appearance; its clothes torn, filthy, hanging from it in tatters. The face was pale, shaded grey with corruption and bruising, the cheek bones high, pronounced, so close to the surface of the skin that it was easy to imagine them slicing through and protruding like jagged spikes. That was where the similarity ended.

The eyes were alive and knowing; glinting, gleaming with evil intelligence. Those eyes did not simply look around; they saw, they understood, they calculated. He had seen more than a dozen of these creatures since his first. Their frame might be that of what was once a man or a woman; might be tall or short, dark or fair or any of a thousand variations the human form can take, but they all shared that look in the eye. That, their greater speed than the average zombie together with the habit they had of pausing in their shuffling gait and cocking their heads as if listening, thinking, was what set them apart. Was what led Carson to christen them Thinkers.

The Thinker in the room below had once been a man; tall, muscular with a head so closely cropped it was almost bald. It had stopped dead centre of the room and cocked its head to the left as if listening intently. Carson drew in an involuntary breath and held it, praying silently to a God he no longer believed in that it didn’t know he was there, stuffed into the crawl space between roof and ceiling, too afraid to shift position and take the pressure off his agonised knees.

Broken cupboards lined the wall to one side of the room. They stood like a row of slowly collapsing skeletons, the bones misshapen, dry and splintering, the doors long since ripped off and piled in a heap. A double-door cupboard on the end of the row was in slightly better repair; the top-most hinges of the doors were missing, the bottom ones merely loosened, causing the doors to hang in a semi-open ‘v’ position. Carson had considered it as an option for a hiding place, dismissing the notion almost immediately; it was far too exposed, left no room for escape and worst of all was at ground level. He had used it as a step up to the steel framed crawl space above instead. A lot of the ceiling tiles were missing or broken, leaving parts of the crawl space exposed, but it was by far the better option. Carson knew from bitter experience that zombies rarely look up.

The Thinker looked up, right at his hiding place. Carson froze; any movement now would be enough to alert it to his presence and he really didn’t want that. More than anything, he didn’t want that.

It stared upwards for a long time, the greenish tinge in its eyes giving off a dull glow. Then it appeared to reconsider and instead turned its’ attentions to the v-shaped doors of the cupboard.

Carson didn’t relax by even a fraction.

He had struggled to find a word to describe the gait of a Thinker. It wasn’t the lumbering shuffle of a zombie, nor was it a full, healthy stride. It was something in between, akin to a hurried limp or a dragging amble. Whatever it might best be called, this Thinker did it now, lurching toward the cupboard with an obvious intent that made Carson grateful that he hadn’t chosen to hide in there.

The Thinker stopped at the doors, directly below him. It cocked its head again and then, almost comically, peered down into the darkness of the cupboard. Then it threw back its head, gave out a low, wet groan and with one hand ripped both doors off at once and with such force that the cupboard rocked wildly, threatening to tip forwards and bury the Thinker beneath it.

The Thinker seemed to understand this possibility and stepped clumsily back. The rocking slowed, then stopped completely, what was left of the cupboard coming to rest against the wall behind. The Thinker approached it again, inspected the innards of the cupboards and upon finding it empty, directed its gaze upward once more.

Carson had been right not to relax.

He had nothing in the form of weaponry on him. He had spent the last of his bullets a week ago, then lost his useless gun whilst climbing a fence in a hurry. He had meant to keep his eyes open for a knife or something else sharp and useful, but he had been forced to spend most of his time since then in hiding. There seemed to be more of this breed of undead around lately. He would have to find out why that was; if he wasn’t ripped apart in the next few minutes, that is.

The Thinker was evidently taking stock. Carson tried to focus on what he would do if their roles were reversed. He would probably take one of the splintered lengths of wood that had made the cupboard door and use it as a prod, pushing up the remaining ceiling tiles to see what might be hiding up there. He grimaced; no good trying to get inside the Thinker’s brain, that thing was no longer capable of thinking anything remotely human.

The Thinker stooped to select a jagged length of wood and shoved it suddenly and viciously into one of the ceiling panels.

Carson felt sick. He had been in a few tight spots before, but none as tight as this. The Thinker moved on, heaving the plank effortlessly upwards to smash through another tile, not even flinching as a cloud of dust and debris fell to cover its upturned face.

Think Carson; think fast."

#zombies #uk zombies #zombie action #zombie survival #zombie apocalypse #horror fiction