Characters In Call Of Duty Zombies Novels & Stories

Eddy says. A soft moan call our attention, instantly, Eddy take it down swiftly then more shuffled towards us, the zombies are in military uniforms, tattered, and blood stained. I aimed for the head of one of the zombies nearby, it dropped as I pulled the trigger. Half a dozen head towards me. I was about to shoot but three zombies facing me fall instantly from a headshot.

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

Its limbs shot in all directions, blackened blood raining down like sludge. As the smoke cleared, Heratte’s gaze snapped to the figures emerging from the haze. Three silhouettes. Steady. Unyielding. Daniel. Thora. Volkan. A slow, knowing smirk curled across her lips. “Well… now things are finally getting interesting.”

Humans that enter that fortress never make it back out. Humans are easy to manipulate, and it’s actually sad. They almost make it too easy. There are a few that make it challenging, but fear rules them. Zombies don’t feel fear, pain, or most of the human emotions. I think the only reason I’m able to feel love for Lacy is because I loved her before I turned. Honestly, sometimes I question if it’s love I do feel or just the illusion of love. Doesn’t matter. Lacey is important to me, and she is mine. “Boss, we are coming up on the human camp,” Cameron informs me. He’s my right hand man in the field.

Their lips had peeled back or fallen away, revealing hideous yellow teeth all the way to the roots. Leesa took all this in with a glance. The zombies were horrible, but it wasn’t their presence or appearance that surprised her. It wasn’t even that they had apparently killed one of her dorm mates. No, it was Cali who truly shocked her. Cali stood with her back to Leesa, facing the standing zombie. The creature towered over her, but Cali had grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and was spraying blasts of white fog into the creature’s face, keeping it at bay. Dressed in a camouflage T-shirt and black sweatpants, Cali looked like a miniature soldier.

She stayed right on Hayley's heels, never more than half a step away. The number of zombies around them kept growing. Just as they were about to be completely surrounded, the woman behind Hayley suddenly shouted, "Dad!" Hayley carved a bloody path forward and saw, among the oncoming wave of zombies, a short, skinny old man wearing jeans, a black short-sleeved T-shirt, and a construction helmet. He was maybe five-foot-six. A name tag hung on his chest. Patrick Sanders. "Dad! Dad!" The moment she saw him, the woman ran even faster than Hayley.

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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.

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

“I mean, if you think about it, it makes sense. One of those giant freaky dogs walking around the streets of Chicago is sure to draw attention. But rats…they live in the sewers.” “But all the rats were dead. Unless…shit.” I start to stand but Binx growls, knowing what I’m thinking. “We have to go back and make sure none got out—” “Callie,” Kristy says, voice edging on scolding. “You and Eliza almost died. Lucas got hurt too.” She doesn’t have to tell me that if Lucas got hurt, shit is serious. Lucas is the oldest and strongest vampire any of us have met, and is more powerful than the vampires we’ve read about in our history books at the Academy.