115 Zombie の小説・ストーリー

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*TRIGGER WARNING: This content contains suicide, you're a sensitive reader please skip those parts! ZION Time, a concept that never lasts no matter how much you try to save it. To me, time flew by so quickly mainly because I was keeping myself busy for the last week and a half. This coming Friday night would be the Halloween dance. Apparently, every Halloween there's a festival in town. All the citizens were already preparing for the said festival, Halloween itself would be this coming Saturday.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

Selena interjected, "Please help her get her medical report, Mr. Jenkins. We'll just have a brief chat." I lifted my hand to hold Zachary's hand and squeezed it. "Come over to the fire escape after you get my report. We'll be there." Zachary understood me immediately. He turned around and left. Selena walked around to the back of my wheelchair and pushed me toward the fire exit. After positioning my hands near the brakes, I prompted, "Go ahead. What is it?" While Selena pushed the wheelchair, she said, "Do you know how much I hate you? I could've had a happy family. Everything was gone the moment you regained consciousness."

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

Lucas turns back with a growl, and runs into the woods, getting another zombie. Eliza gets out of the car, along with Monica and another human. And then all hell breaks loose. Over a dozen zombies stagger forward, drawn to the scent of fresh meat. I swing the machete, hitting another in the neck. It falls, almost knocking me over. I jump back, and my fingers slip off the machete. The zombie drags itself forward, taking my weapon with it. “Give that back, asshole,” I say. I hold out my hand to telekinetically bring it to me, when another zombie grabs me around the waist. Binx shadows through the yard, crushing the zombie against the ground.

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”

Celie and Lisa would be coming afterwards. Lisa had already switched off the lights and had just lain down in her own bed, ready to go to sleep when Celie suddenly spoke. Sensing that her cousin was not sleepy yet and wanted to talk, Lisa sat up and propped her pillows to lean her back on. She turned on her bedside lamp and looked at her cousin in the dim light. She observed that Celie's complexion looked different, a lot paler, but it must be because of the darkness of the room. “Are we talking about that man you met yesterday through the Flames app? The one with the mysterious eyes?” asked Lisa.

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.