Novel & Cerita Books Similar To The Hot Zone

If anyone was after her, that is. She did her best to keep from stepping on the sprawled limbs of the lifeless zombie bodies that were clustered at the base of the tree. As she pulled out the arrows that were still good enough to use again, she couldn’t resist comparing the look in their eyes to what she’d seen while they were animated. They all matched now. They were all staring, blankly, into nothingness.

I hoped it would cool me off because I seemed to be getting hot. She returned with the beer and handed one to Ryan and leaned over a bit to hand me mine. Her top was low cut and when she leaned toward me it gaped just enough so I caught a glimpse of what was inside. It was just a plain white cotton t-shirt but underneath was a red lacey bra and I could see the tops of her breasts. Shit I wondered if her panties match? What kind were they? Boy cut, bikinis, a thong? Stop it! I said to myself, a hard on here would be embarrassing. "Thanks." I managed to croak out.

"It's time to see your friend." I only cover my breasts and between my legs so he thinks I care. I awkwardly stumble along beside him because his hand is gripping my arm to the point of snapping the bone. Comply, I tell myself. Rebelling won't help get Cori out of here, so I do my best to keep up as he leads me through one of the most disgusting places I've ever seen. Dead animals with beady eyes follow us. Fernandez's home with his prized taxidermy collection burned down. This must be his replacement. The hunting trophies give me the creeps and now I realize Fernandez's eyes look exactly like these animal's eyes. Dead.

Over the next week, the daytime temperature continued climbing to terrifying levels, eventually reaching nearly 140 degrees Fahrenheit at its hottest. But once night fell, the temperature would plummet to almost negative sixty. The difference between day and night was so extreme it felt insane. Even though it was technically still summer, every night I could see thick layers of snow piling up outside, only for it to rapidly evaporate beneath the scorching heat the next morning. Sharon hadn’t come looking for trouble in quite some time now. During the day, zombies crossing the asphalt roads were literally being burned so badly their flesh peeled off onto the pavement.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h