Dead Rising 2 Clothes Novels & Stories

I didn't care at all that my hair was completely soaking wet and dripping down my neck; I just needed the cold water to calm my racing brain down because I was overthinking everything again. Once I dried off, I quietly opened the wooden dresser drawers in the bedroom, searching for something practical to wear. My fingers brushed against a pair of thick black trousers and a matching black jacket. I let out a soft sigh of relief, thanking God that there were dark clothes available in the closet. Black would make it much easier to melt into the midnight shadows. I crept back to the glass pane and peeped through the curtains one more time. Outside, Elda and the two mysterious men were finally tu

“I know a way. I can get you out of here” “You mean resurrect me?” She echoed as I pulled her arms. At that moment, I looked down at the dress she was wearing which was the exact one she’d died in. It was a good thing she wasn’t in white yet. Even the blood stain was still lodged in her sides but it was fading away quickly. “It’s not too late now” I heaved.

Next I went to the clothes store. In the clothes store there were 3 sections. Women, Man, and Vampire. The women and men section was full of raggedy, old clothes. It reminded me of hand-me-downs. It looked as if they had been passed down 3 generations. Not so bad that they wouldn't cover up your body, but bad enough there were holes in some of them. They did however look like they had been washed. The vampire section was a whole different story though. Everything was brand new and smelled like fresh flowers. I looked through the shirts, pants, skirts, and dresses. I was still wearing my green tank- top and indigo skirt. I picked out a dress that had see through sleeves. The ends of the sleev

Someone knocked on their bedroom door early to drop off their mourning clothes Doris had made for them. Thea’s mourning dress was black with metallic silver and a little bit of turquoise. Conri’s mark was on full display. Kai’s and Alaric’s were on partial display. Their clothes were plain black suits with silver highlights.

Clarabelle let out a sigh as the cold wind blew through her silky, black hair. “The fun is almost over, isn't it?” She said softly, staring at the dead nightwalker on the ground. She rose off her seat slowly, and as she did, her long black dress slowly transformed into something more casual: a black leader jacket, a dark grey shirt, and a pair of black jeans. “Hmmm, I hope she doesn't mind me dressing this way; gowns can be exhausting,” Clarabelle said softly. **** The Unknown slowly stood up straight. His entire body was now covered in bruises, and only the lower half of his armor was left on him. He spat out the blood in his mouth, and a smile formed on his face.

She came out of the secret dressing room to check the closet. "Son of a devil! So many clothes. I hit the jackpot." She laughed as she checked on different clothes. Again, they were no normal clothes. They ranged from a man's to a woman's, dark hoodies, and all-black sweatsuits with full face masks. Zara selected a full bodycon dress with a hoodie. Dark black, just perfect for her disguise for the current situation. Since she had already checked the bathroom— and luckily there was water— she took a bath and put the dress on. Unfortunately, all that was there in the kitchen was rotting, smelling, and decaying months or years old food, and stock of expired canned food.

I stopped at the row of wooden hangers holding Killian’s clothes. I stared at his dark garments. A rebellious, desperate craving pooled in my stomach. I pulled a pair of small black lace panties from my suitcase and slipped them on. I left my bra in the bag. I reached up, took his black silk dress shirt off the hanger, and slid my bare arms into the sleeves.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

REMI POV "Did you dress me up so I can look good when I die?" Kade stopped walking. Turned to look at me. "What?" "This dress. The hair. The whole thing." I gestured at myself. "Did you make me look nice so at least I'll be a pretty corpse?" He stared at me for a second. Then laughed. Actually laughed. "Relax. The creatures don't want you dead. From what we know they specifically want you alive."

Liam tossed in a few flashbangs. As the area lit up, scattered zombies were quickly drawn toward the light. "Raarh…" "Raarh…" "Raarh…" It was hard to tell whether the stores had opened early that day, or if some accident had trapped people inside. Zombies began spilling out of the dark shop fronts. Most of them were dressed like clerks or store owners, and they were all pretty young. One female zombie stood out. Her style was fashionable. Her ash-gray curls were freshly done, and she wore a summer dress that hugged her figure and a pair of spotless white sneakers. There was barely a trace of blood or dirt on her.