Attacking Zombie Puppet Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

I am on the bed, struggling and trying to fight off my adoptive brother who pins me down, unzipping his trousers. Mama's voice rings in my head. "Krystal… You will always shine the brightest!" I don't know how I get so much strength, but I reach for my lamp and smash it on Jeff's head, and he staggers, falling down beside me. I hold the lamp standing up from the bed. Furthermore, I look down at what I had done. Jeff is laying down, beneath his head is his blood.

Like he hadn't eaten in years, he tore the man's stomach open with his nails and dug in. The other two scaled the walls, dragging people out through windows, ripping into them one by one. Screams tore through the night. The whole complex turned into hell. Then—just like that—Bella's lion dropped from upstairs. At her command, it moved, jaws slick with blood, lunging at the zombies. The infected had just turned. They couldn't handle a beast at full force. One swipe—done. The lion shut it all down in minutes. Silence. Total silence.

He wiped it away with the back of his hand, slowly, expressionless. "This place will become your grave," Latvan finally drew his sword. "Perish," Killian said. The man in the white robe smiled, a look of sheer mockery painted across his face. He glanced at the vampire, saying, "The one who abducts the Daughter of God must perish. I will wipe out your entire clan."

The screams lasted for a full ten minutes. They were all the howls of someone being driven straight to desperation. Meanwhile, Papa and I both sat behind the bulletproof glass above the fighting arena, each with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in our hands. Below, Valerio waved a broken mop handle at the two chained-up zombies before him, trying to ward them off. Although their movements were restricted, their fangs dripping with pus still grazed his neck several times. "Stay away! Don't come any closer!" Valerio screeched, waving the handle in the air like a madman.

Mya got into battle mode and stared at the zombie. Brett, too, prepared himself to launch an attack. Within ten seconds, the zombie was standing before Brett and swung its sword at Brett’s head. Brett dodged the attack by rolling away, and the zombie's shield slammed into Adrian who was standing behind Brett. Adrian jumped up and pinned the zombie beneath his feet, while Mya drew her dagger and leaped over to stab the zombie's forehead. They thought this would be enough to kill it, but the zombie got back up and swung its sword at Mya.

* the attack misses by a hair strand! it was all because Raymart pulls the collar of Jimboy's shirt! this makes the abnormal zombie more agitated and because of this, this zombie is planning to follow up its attack!! *SHIK!* *GGWRRRROAAAAA!!!!* a small stick suddenly stabs the left eye of the abnormal zombie! BHLEZY/MANA: 90/100 "dont forget about me!"- Bhlezy *GGGWRRROOOAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!*

I don’t know what to do, but I won’t go down without a fight. I madly reach out, feeling the ground for anything to use as a weapon. All I find are wet leaves and small fallen branches too brittle to do any sort of damage. I bring my leg up, trying to get my knee under the zombie so I can push him away with my legs. It’s too strong. Too heavy. I turn my head, narrowly avoiding getting my face chewed off. The other zombie is right here too, and a bead of nasty drool lands on my forehead. It grabs my hair and tries to pull me away from the other zombie.