Addison From Zombies Costume Novels & Stories

In just one year, however, she had aged ten years. Her clothes hung loosely on her, and her eyes, clouded with rage, were filled with venom. "It's you! You killed my daughter! I'll make you pay with your life!" she screamed. One week ago, the Shorrocks had received the news that Addison had died in prison. With the news came the lifeless body of Addison. Her young body was covered in bruises, burn marks from cigarette butts, and countless small needle scars. The most horrifying of all was the deep gash across her abdomen, which exposed her insides.

The outfit that was supposed to make me feel powerful, the outfit that had done nothing but make me feel both confident and exposed. “Tess! Come here! Right now!” Addison’s voice rang out from the living room, bright and insistent. Of course. Judging from her tone, her day had probably been all rainbows and flowers and unicorns and sunshine. I walked out of my room, still towel-drying my hair while Addison was sprawled on the couch with her laptop with a bowl of popcorn balanced on her stomach. But the moment she saw my face, her smile faltered. “Whoa.” She sat up, setting the laptop aside. “What is that face?”

Cassandra was clad in a dark purple dress which gave a cold winter villainess vibe to the world. Zayn and Louis were dressed in a white shirt and a fitting tuxedo, a bow tie that were like flowy ribbons by the sides of their collars. Nick was in a plain three-piece suit and a rich Rolex watch on his wrist. Nick always prioritized the beauty of being simple and easy on the eyes. As for Alex and Dan, they were in only a tucked in shirt and a dress trouser. Their hairstyles enhanced their looks. Alex wears yellow tinted shades as he beats everyone in the cadre of looks and style.

Lucas was a researcher at the lab, and he had practically risked his life to protect that box all this way. Hans scoffed, "Do not make it sound any worser than it is. It's not as serious as you're making it out to be. Also, I informed you that Winnie scavenged medicine from the pharmacy for everyone. She's putting her life at risk for all of humanity." He stated as his gaze swept over everyone. "Any of you got an issue with that?" The deck fell into complete silence, except for the increasingly frequent thuds of zombies crashing against the barbed wire. Suddenly, a barbed wire snapped with a clang, and a rotting arm reached through.

He slowly entered and saw twenty-four zombie guards inside the room. They wielded large swords, leaning against the walls and facing the middle of the room. A transparent coffin sat in the center. 'Enigma City turned into a graveyard,' Adrian thought as he looked at the coffin. He entered after making sure the zombie guards would not be triggered. Four of the zombie guards wearing battle suits stood at each corner of the coffin, kneeling before whoever was inside. Although unable to determine why, Adrian thought these zombies there were different from the ones around the city. They remained completely still though Adrian had approached them.

It had fair skin and an obese physique that made it seem it easily weighed up to 100 kilograms. Additionally, there was a zombie in a fiery red long dress. It had a slim body figure, an elegant expression, and silky skin. Furthermore, there was a little girl in a long, white, princess-like dress. She had a doll-like face that made her look extremely cute. Another zombie was holding a pitch-black sword that looked extremely sharp; it sent chills down one’s spine. Lastly, there was a zombie wearing a Smoky Flowery Dress. Her hair was at her waist, and she looked like an angel from heaven.

Liam tossed in a few flashbangs. As the area lit up, scattered zombies were quickly drawn toward the light. "Raarh…" "Raarh…" "Raarh…" It was hard to tell whether the stores had opened early that day, or if some accident had trapped people inside. Zombies began spilling out of the dark shop fronts. Most of them were dressed like clerks or store owners, and they were all pretty young. One female zombie stood out. Her style was fashionable. Her ash-gray curls were freshly done, and she wore a summer dress that hugged her figure and a pair of spotless white sneakers. There was barely a trace of blood or dirt on her.

I was confused about their angry appearance. Ophelia and the other two she-wolves were dressed in a dark blue skater skirt that did nothing to cover their butt cheeks and paired them up with a red tight crop top and black pairs of Converse. They were the ideal minions you find in school, flocking around the queen bee like lost puppies. Addison on the other hand, was in a nude dress that hugged her in all the right places, a plunging neckline, and black stiletto heels that clipped angrily against the floor. Her blonde hair was ruler straight and her sharp blue eyes narrowed in spite and mischief.

My eyes finally close, and I slipped into a fitful sleep, complete with nightmarish creatures, fire, and dying people. In the morning, I dressed for the day in my special town outfit. It consists of a black, long sleeved thermal shirt, which I carefully tuck into blue jeans and black combat boots. Next, I pull on a turtleneck shirt and top it off with a sweater. After that, I pull on some white golfer's gloves that I lifted from a sports shop. Then, I tied back my long, midnight brown hair into a ponytail, and pull on a headband to keep my bangs out of my eyes. The final touch is a pair of black sunglasses to protect my eyes from any blood spatter from the zombies I might have to kill.

I heard Addison, my cruel cousin, from behind. I spun around to see the devilish blonde already dressed in her mating gown. A silk nightdress represents the moon's light, and she's emptying a bottle of dirt and water onto the floor I'd just cleaned. Addison gave a cocky smile as I shockingly watched her mess up the floor. "Now clean that up," she said, stepping over the mess and returning upstairs. In a rage, I ran to clean it up, very aware that I had only 10 minutes left.