Dawn Of The Dead の小説・ストーリー

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

fall dead from the sky. The wedding was meant to be a symbol of unity, but as the countdown to the broadcast began, the LNI realized that the "Altar of the New Dawn" was about to become a battlefield for the very soul of humanity.

She held onto a little hope that he would come back and show some mercy. It felt like a long time before Dawn finally heard footsteps outside the door. She wiped her tired eyes and waited too scared to even breath. The door squeaked open and she was met with a tray of hot steaming food and the smell of coffee. “So, tell me where is your precious mate?” Eric snarled causing Dawn to look down at the ground. Her eyes looked sad and she had deep frown lines in her forehead. “He’s dead.” Dawn said quietly. She wished that he was here to save her and kick this stupid cretins ass.

The air itself felt contaminated. The odor of decay lingered everywhere. Flies buzzed continuously through the area. Darren placed a hand on his waist and released a long sigh. "Fuck! We're here to fight monsters." Ivy climbed out of the truck and glanced toward the farm. "Oh no." Darren's shoulders dropped. "We're here to deal with rotten animal carcasses and probably human corpses as well." Fuck! "The number of dead animals and humans continues increasing every day," Ivy explained seriously. "Many people died during the early stages of the apocalypse."

The apocalypse started days ago, and they still don’t know to keep quiet? Kevin Keane and Lynn Shelby exchanged a glance. They placed their hands on the fence, pushed off with their legs, and vaulted into the courtyard. Swinging their machetes and daggers, our group cleaned out the small fry inside the courtyard in no time. Jasmine Donovan clung to the windowsill, her eyes wide as saucers and her voice trembling. "Th-they... they’re killing people!" Dexter Wallace watched our group in the courtyard with a wary gaze, tightening his arm around the person beside him. It wasn’t until he saw the wandering zombies in the courtyard completely cleared out that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m… surprised you haven’t seen it. Even Dawn wasn’t aware until we told her moments ago.” A cold wave washed over me. “So she knows?” I whispered. “Now she does.” I didn’t know whether to scream, collapse, or run inside. My brain refused to absorb it. My heart refused to accept it. My mouth refused to form another word. Dead. Ethan is dead, those loan sharks have finally killed him and if care is not taken Dawn is next. I took a step back, bumping into my own car. My chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

"I am Dawn. I was the First Dark. I chose existence. I became something. I loved. I connected. I mattered. And now I choose to end. Choose to die. Choose to sacrifice. Not because existence is terrible. Because existence is valuable. Not because something is painful. Because something is meaningful. Not because love hurts. Because love is worth dying for. My death proves this. My sacrifice demonstrates this. My ending shows this. Watch me. Feel me. Understand me. I die willingly. I die gladly. I die lovingly. Because existence is worth dying to protect. Because love is worth sacrificing to prove. Because meaning is worth ending to demonstrate. I die so you can understand. So you can feel. So

The heavy doors hissed open, revealing a dark, claustrophobic corridor pulsating with blinding purple light. "I've got your back, Ghost," Dax said, stepping into the bunker, his phased knife raised. I followed him in, the heavy doors sealing shut behind us. We were cut off from the army, standing directly beneath the center of the hovering city, with less than two hours to stop the end of the world.

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."