Dawn Of The Dead の小説・ストーリー

He looked around him but he can only see vast darkness in his surrounding, “Who are you? Where am I?” The man shakes his head, “It is not important who I am, what important is the piece of advice that I’ll be giving to you.” Shawn became confused about what is happening, “Advice? What are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.”

The morning after the zombie event felt new. Not just a regular new day, but a clean, fresh-start kind of new. The air even smelled different—less like fear and more like damp earth and the coming autumn. The sun hit the dusty windows of our room and made little sparkles in the air. For the first time in a long time, I woke up and didn't feel a heavy rock of dread in my stomach. I felt... light.

He had plummeted his Butcher knife so deep into my chest that all I could feel now, was death. As I began to fade off, I saw the rest of my squad, rain bullets on him vehemently as he meandered around in pain. Then I died. There was this darkness everywhere. I let open one eye as I slowly opened the other, Where am I? What is this place? The afterlife? I woke up to find myself laid down on the bare floor of my team's HQ, it all seemed pretty strange and no one was there. A voice suddenly broke through the consuming silence.

Dawn's POV I was so done with him, I fought with someone, bits and parts of my gown was covered in blood, my boy felt kind of tired, I was asleep, but I was in a cage, a metal cage, around me laid bones and corpses of all creatures including humans. I wasn't dreaming, I was sure of that, my heartbeat widely scared of the endless dark domain, more things began to fill the black hole like structure I was trapped in. Blood ..lots and lots of blood, more corpses and bones and ..fire, in front of me, stood a mountain of dead bodies and animal corpses and bones of wolves dating ages and ages back, there was the difference present in the features and bone structures was evidently seen.

This pattern somehow made everyone in the central continent worries. “Hello, and good morning Central Continent..today we started our emergency news..fro Visma Nation, yesterday, at the famous border city, Twin Star City…Our Reporter, Mr Robert Kennedy receives a report of a very unfortunate and hair rising news…An Undead appearance has appeared inside the Twin Star City Church of Light, Church…it was reported that, in the midst of the Sunday sermon, The Undeads were seen emerged from the back room of the Church abode…This was witness by countless of the Church attendee, and also the City Lord of Twin Star City himself, Lord Viscount Baxter Anderton…”. (Quara Raedrim)

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

And a towel wrapped around her body and hair. “What the hell…” Jasper whispered. Never expected he'd see Izolda in such a state like that. Izolda scoffs upon hearing his words. “What do you want and why are you with her again?” her forehead creased as soon as she noticed that Dawn was in his arms. ‘It’s another problem again.’ she thought, which is true. “Dawn pulse stopped. They said that she was dead, and I didn’t believe them. we know that vampire’s and/or werewolves didn't die just like that.” Izolda nodded, getting what he said.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake! I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Lucia? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Freddie was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Lucis, please?” Kate begged again.

The night was young, and Jericho Jadwin was bored. None of his regular customers was causing problems, there was nobody to blackmail, and Dawn did not contact him apart from that one message from a few days ago using some random person’s phone. He did some digging and learned how Ricardo finally pulled off the coup d'etat. Some said that Dawn died, but no bodies matched his best friend’s description for obvious reasons.