Novel & Cerita Brother In Arms: D-day

The sound of zombies gnawing on flesh echoed from outside the base, together with the constant thud of their bodies slamming against the gates. My eyes snapped open. I had somehow returned to the day the zombies had besieged the city. I rushed straight to the command center and sounded the alarm. June Morgan, my sister-in-law, grabbed my arm in confusion. “Eira, why did you suddenly sound the alarm? Zombies are everywhere outside the base. Some noise is normal.” I had no time to explain. I grabbed her and Poppy’s hands and rushed toward the air-raid shelter.

Adams is giving X CPR to a completely lifeless body, the body of my best fucking friend. I pull at the roots of my hair overtaken with fear. He’s dead, right now my brother is dead in front of me. It must only be a minute of CPR but it was the longest minute of my existence. Oh my god! Oh my god! Is he okay? Did you get him back? Fuck! What the fuck!” I say with complete relief. “Yes, he’s back, he’s back,” Dr. Adams says. My best friend lies there still looking lifeless but the color in his face has returned.

She obsessively starts to fidget with her sundress as she runs her fingers over the smooth fabric that is cool to the touch. She startles as the lawyer opens the door and walks in. He smiles at her and offers a hand as he tells her his name. "Hi, I am Todd Johnson. My brother is about 3 minutes older than myself. His name is Ted. Ms. Randall, may I call you Kaitlyn?" He smiles again with his bright whites, and she sees that his teeth are remarkable. She has only seen actors with teeth that white and perfect.

But apparently I had thought wrong. Adrian and I walked into the party, which was already in full swing. My brother’s little cottage was packed to the brim with warriors, dancing, playing games, and drinking. It was so packed, in fact, that I couldn’t spot Eric anywhere. “Adrian!” a warrior called out, waving us over. “We’re just playing seven minutes in heaven!” Adrian grinned and looped his arm around my waist. “I’ve already got a partner.” “Oooh!” the other warriors called out excitedly.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

"Vivian, to be honest... I’m glad I took that hit. At least it gave me a month to be selfish and keep you by my side." He wiped away a tear, his voice choking up. "This month was like a beautiful dream, but it’s time to wake up. Go back to D.C. Go do the great things you're meant to do." "If you ever get tired... if you ever want to come home... your brother will be right here waiting." I gave a final nod and walked away. Before boarding my private jet, I glanced back one last time. Behind a stone pillar at the terminal, Rocco was hiding, watching me go.

Stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "Damien Ashford, I would rather die than have anything to do with you ever again." That night, he slammed the door behind him. The Ashford household was in chaos. Word was, Damien had flown into a rage and personally executed a traitor the Family had just captured. The next morning, every one of his men gave me a wide berth, terrified of setting me off. I ignored them all and prepared to leave. But when I opened the door, Gianni was walking toward me with a group of people in tow.

What she needed was something to knock her senseless for the next twelve hours and prevent her disturbing fantasies about Armel, but, although getting blind drunk was tempting, Harley decided that her loss of control tonight had been embarrassing enough to last her a lifetime. She stirred her coffee and glanced up at Armel, who was standing at the window staring out into the darkness. “Armel, when did your father die?” Harley asked him quietly, recalling her conversation with Marcus Reese. “Marcus said it was two years ago, which was when we met, but you never said anything and I had no idea you were grieving.” Armel shrugged dismissively. “My father died nine months before I met you and my

Shivering beneath the blanket, I could feel a fever coming on. Bruno pounded hard on the old wooden door. Mario rushed in after him, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. He exclaimed, "I can't believe I didn't realize sooner that you'd deliberately try to harm Bianca!" His voice thundered in my ears, but I couldn't summon the strength to speak. Mario's expression became increasingly grim, and his words came out in an incensed roar. "So you're the one who threatened her to deliberately crash into the rocks by the roadside! Bianca is my sister—if anything happens to her, I'll skin you alive!"

Brie felt her heart melt slightly, but the adrenaline soon took over. "Mel, stay close. There are people inside the store." Brie begged, squeezing her hand for comfort. Adam pulled the doors closed and ducked behind a wall. "If we hide they'll think we ran off." He whispered. The alarm finally turned off, and all they could hear now was the groans of people coming from outside. Brie took a look and her jaw dropped. At least a hundred people were stumbling around, lost, in pain, dying. They weren't communicating with each other. They were just yelling nonsense. Some began to attack each other. Deafening crunches of bone and skin made Brie's shiver with disgust.