Dead Among Us Characters Novels & Stories

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

"Directive 9.2. Every flag since 1998. Two hundred and eleven names. One hundred and ninety-seven dead. Fourteen active. Including you two." He looked at me. Then Rosie. "And your mom." "Mom's in there," Rosie said. "Yes," Justin said. "Entry 143. Termination date: April 15, 2024. Cause: vehicular. Status: closed." I watched Rosie. She didn't cry. She just nodded. Once. Like she'd been waiting to hear it said out loud. "How do we kill it?" I asked. "Magnet," Antonio said. "Strong one. Or fire. Or—"

Abandoning the warzone behind him and leaving the hotel. Injured: Seth Alpheus Hunt, Nixon Driver, and Johan Nostradamus. Deceased: Melissa Ambrosia, Piana Darus, Manuel Romero, Paul Coxton, and Vincent Monroe. Missing: Michael Vas, Yua Arai. "The game will begin at a later date."

"We gather here today to say farewell to the 9 lost warriors from yesterdays battle. One of them thankfully survived and are in the infirmary now. Adam Williams, Cuff Howled, Crook Howler, Nona Quinn, Max Jr, Benjamin Rouchouser, Seymour Lastlor, Zack Eastern, and Ethan Pandra." Eli said dejectedly while looking out over the crowd of tear-stain-faced wolves. People cried over there lost ones, making my heart sink. The nine bodies laid in there caskets as their ds and family morn over them. I bite my lip while I realize they all died because of me, all these people cried, because of me.

the regular zombies are already dead at the 2nd floor and the one that is remaining standing was the TANK but it was still unscratched! and also Phil was already out of battle!! "PHIL!"- Art i search the surrounding and immediately found Papa , Timot and Uncle Sunny they are not in worst condition like Phil but are full of bruises! "PAPA!!"- Dessa

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

But just as I was drifting between sleep and wakefulness, my phone rang, sounding especially urgent. I answered groggily, only to hear my sister-in-law, Delia Winslow, crying over the line. "Amy! Asher… Asher's dead!"

I was already dead. The moment I stopped breathing, I felt myself drift up above the room. Looking down at the body on the floor, I knew it was me, yet it also felt strangely unfamiliar. I saw my face filled with agony, and my body was a bloodied mess with eyes wide open in terror. What was most ridiculous was that even at the moment of my death, I had still hoped Blake would remember the good in me and come save me. Yet, at that very moment, Blake was at the hospital with Rosie, gently comforting her as she received an IV drip.

It was a sombre affair that evening for all of them. Each one of them sat down at the kitchen table, scared to meet each other's eyes or even utter a single word. Not one of them could believe that their daughter was no longer with them and that they would never see her again. Her usual seat at the dining table lay vacant and deserted. Nobody had the confidence to even look at it. None of them wanted to truly believe that she was dead.

In the end, they decided to work for AB organization and soon just vanished as if kept underground, reserved for a certain use. "He sold his daughter and wife after some time. In the end, was killed one night, by his son, Ryan Williams." The ending left them all shocked. There were two things they didn't saw coming in it and the third was yet to come. "Who is he?" Jane asked and Levi nodded. He was searching for a picture of Ryan Williams, his fingers typing fast on the keyboard of the laptop, which suddenly paused and he turned pale. "What?" They asked him but he didn't move.