Dead Rising All Psychopaths Novels & Stories

Then moved. I watched in horror. One rose. Then another. Then ten more. Broken bodies climbed back to their feet. Empty eyes glowing with corrupted power. The dead were rising. Again. And Elias— Elias smiled. As though he had been expecting me.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

“I wonder who the next person will be. Guess how he will die?” “He will suffocate himself to death from constipation!” “The person commenting above is really smart.” “F*ck! Today was so exciting. Today’s death wasn’t very bloody, but this is really exciting! It’s too disgusting!” “Are you a psychopath? Isn’t the pencil sticking in your eyeball disgusting enough?” “This is indeed too disgusting. I’ll dream about this even when I sleep tonight!” “Can you still sleep after seeing this?” After Pokan was eliminated, Marcellus, Post, and Mona Lynn were completely awake. Their nerves were all tensed up.

I haven’t been around long enough to build a personal relationship with any of them but it was enough to make my heart bleed. What the hell is happening? Why are these tragic events happening? Ride slumps down with me wrapping his arms around me as we sit in silence. “I’ve been trying to track Aitch for a while but seems like he has disappeared abandoning us” I sob harder in his chest. “Aitch is dead, Ride he was murdered in front of me.” “Oh” Ride remarks sadly. “Something bad is happening, really bad you need to see these monsters, like nothing I’ve ever seen, almost impossible to kill they act on impulse like they are robots on command to kill, women, men, and children they spared none th

At this moment, I had no strength to fight them but to just do their bidding. I wanted Jamie to get well before I did anything. It would be better that way. As I scrolled through the deathboard, I realized that Gustavo wasn't even on the board but there was a name that was placed at the highest bid on the top slot. Why on earth would anyone want Christopher killed?

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,

I throw my hands in the air only to drop them, and my tears quickly follow. "My verdict is guilty by association, and some of the jocks thought it would be nice to punish me by dumping red paint on me," my voice cracks. A sob escapes me as I collapse onto the sofa. My blurry gaze shifts to her, and I give a pathetic smile. "Did you know that psychopathy is hereditary?" I remember Kensey’s question from class. It's been on my mind ever since. "I didn't." I shrug and wipe my nose with the sleeve of my sweater. "I can be the next murderer after him. Or I can just be normal. Who the fuck knows, and who the fuck wants to take that chance?" I don't care if I'm cursing in front of her. "But that d

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

Cass He plans to raise hell. The thought echoes in my head. I just got home from our little trip from the mystic brook and I couldn’t sleep. The idea of Tartarus surfacing to earth is devastating. Last year, I was just a normal preppy debate team president; now, I'm still a preppy debate team member only with a longer job description: an evil-fighting darkling in search of a way to stop hell from rising, saving humanity in the process while keeping a secret from my teammates. Everyone would have hated me if they knew the truth. That keen butler had to be curious. Before we all parted ways, he realized something. Yes, there are seven deadly sins, but why are there eight darklings? (Excluding

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.