Dawn Of The Dead の小説・ストーリー

People die within six months of getting corrupted as their body starts to give up and they develop weakness and diseases. Sometimes they kill themselves as well, no it is actually the mind that kills the body until they become a zombie. And once they are in a zombie-like state they are put down they are considered brain-dead at that state. And for Dawn to survive so long she must have great mind control. Amber grabbed her hand and was looking at her with worry while Dawn sighed, “I am sorry Amber, you came for me so far and I have to disappoint you.” “Actually no.” Ashley spoke with a smile as she came ahead and stood before Dawn, “you know I have heard that corruption can be healed, but for

Hodor rotates his eyesight only to learn that his current vision is a continuation of the vision that he feared. Around him is a bloodbath—a bloody scene caused by a huge battle; he comprehended it must be the war he has set. Everyone is busy fighting for their lives; vampires against wolves; humans against monsters and vampires—races against each other. Brutality and death is deemed to be ubiquitous. No wonder his vision hurts so bad. Their so much pain in it.

If he hates me, I suppose he has every right to. Max gently tugged on her sleeve, looking at her with complete affection. "Mom, you're too kind. He's already dead, yet he still keeps haunting your dreams. Dad's only doing this to protect you." Joshua gave a quiet hum in agreement and gently stroked Cecilia's cheek. "Be good. As long as it helps you feel at peace, nothing else matters." Then, without a trace of emotion, he opened the urn. The way he looked at it, no one would have guessed it held the ashes of his own flesh and blood.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was fifteen. So it wouldn't hurt my sister Lena's chances on her entrance exams, my whole family agreed to keep it from her. I pretended I'd gone to the countryside to recover. Through the pain, I quietly watched over every step of her progress, and in the end I died with one regret: I never got to see her one last time. Lena only learned the truth after she got into Westbridge, and she struggled through endless grief and guilt. But in the end, she carried my hopes with her and chose to live fully. As she grew, she slowly learned to make peace with the pain, and through her own life, she carried on the dreams I never got to finish.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

Dawn broke over the Dead Zone, but for the first time in twenty-two years, the light didn't feel bleak. The sun lifted over the ragged Eastern mountains, pouring brilliant shafts of gold through the toxic ash. The remaining vampires had been gone since the first streaks of dawn touched the ground, scurrying away in blind terror north through the worlds toward the Nightlands. The Night-Thralls were waiting. Motionless, frozen in the snow, the black magic no longer coursed through their veins.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

“I’m freaking confused about this whole thing. It’s like someone’s out there playing puppet master with my damn love life. First Edward’s drama, now this anonymous message telling me to stay away from Zavala. Like, what the actual fuck?” Dawn just sighs. She’s stretched out across my hotel bed in her hoodie, one leg hanging off the side, a protein bar half-eaten in her hand and her laptop open. A sleek, military-grade looking black device hums beside her. Some hacker gadgets I do not even want to ask about. Probably illegal. Probably expensive. Definitely sexy.

A Level 6 Apache helicopter hovered low, dangling a hunk of raw flesh, while countless zombies clambered over one another to pile into a mountain beneath it. Torrents of Universal Fuel poured down like a waterfall. Dennis pressed the launch button himself. A surface-to-surface missile screamed through the air. BOOM—!!! A second pillar of fire rose into the sky over the North District, answering the one in the East District from a distance — like two enormous candles seeing off this city of the dead. Watching the roaring flames, Dennis's grin grew wider, tinged now with something close to mania. "Burn. The bigger the better.