Romans & histoires Attacking Zombie Puppet

"You actually believed that? I only stuck with you to get into Skyla's team to stay alive! Do you know how funny it was to watch you argue with Skyla over me every time? "Did you genuinely think I liked you? You're nothing but a pathetic loser…" With that, she swiftly pulled up the ladder and disappeared into the ventilation shaft. Right then, the guttural growls of the zombies were closing in. I raised my gun and took down the first two that charged at us. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Noah standing frozen in place, shaking like a leaf. When one of the zombies lunged at him, I was sure he'd be torn apart. Yet, he dropped into a swift side roll, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it

He was whimpering trying to get free. "Tsk. A scared Luna. Very bad choice Blaze". Zol said and Stephen snapped. "Dont you dare Zol"! He snarled. "What, Stephen? He wants to change. Let me help him". Zol bent on his neck and Callum felt a sting in his neck as pointed canines touched his bare neck. Drawing a little blood. "Fuckkkkkkkk". The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck.

They just kept coming. "They are zombies!" Jack screamed, reloading. "Tech-zombies!" Sebastian didn't have a weapon heavy enough. He looked at the Nullifier. He looked at Harper. "Do it!" Harper slammed her hand onto the needle. STAB. The machine woke up. HUUUUUUUM. A low, deep vibration began to fill the room. The skulls on the walls started to chatter. "It needs time to charge!" Braun yelled, throwing a Molotov cocktail (made from rubbing alcohol) at the horde. "We have to buy her two minutes!"

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

"She's in confinement back at the old base, throwing a tantrum." "A little hardship will straighten her out. Kids need discipline when they don't listen," he added confidently. "Don't worry. Those military-grade cryopods are built like tanks. The zombies won't be able to get inside to kill her." I lunged forward, desperately trying to scream the truth in their faces. "I'm dead! You left me in your so-called military cryopod, and I froze to death!" I shouted. But my hands passed straight through Dad's body. I couldn't touch anything, nor could I make a single sound.

The zombie's claws ripped through the soldier's throat, causing blood to spray everywhere. Dustin screamed and ran for the third floor. Emilia tried to go after him, but she was blocked by another zombie. As she dodged desperately, her arm was slashed by the zombie. Now. I squeezed the trigger. My bullet went through the zombie's skull with precision. Black blood spurted from it, and the zombie collapsed with a thud. Emilia froze, looking in the direction my bullet came from. I fired again, taking out the threat to her left.