Dead Rising All Psychopaths Novels & Stories

He was strong, and there was no resisting, even if I could. As we moved through the door, I turned back and stared in wide-eyed horror. The walls were dripping with red. Marcy, Damon, Murphy, Dr. Alma, and Ian were sprawled out on the floor. Their eyes were empty as blood pooled beneath them. A scream built in my chest, but it wouldn’t come out. The world fell from beneath me as I tried to understand, to process what was going on, that they were all dead. Pain in my arm brought my attention back to the man who just last night was a dream come true. Now he seemed to be a thing made of nightmares.

my brain strains for the answer, and it gradually makes unfortunate sense. “It’s Nester,” I grumble, my heart pounding once again. “It’s his sickness. As long as he’s sick, I’m going to be dying as well.” The Parker siblings suck in a breath as the realization slaps us. I either kill Nester Rist and kill the undead army as well, don’t kill him but keep poisoning him which will eventually kill me, or I allow him to wake up and exact his revenge, which might still involve killing me, my friends, and the whole town.

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

Because what comes next is a greater storm than sunshine. I'm drowning, and even though I know how to swim, I'm drowning. The sadness dragging me down, down and down into the inky, cold depths of the ocean floor, choking me. I'm drowning, the last rays of the sun reaching me from above as I fall, unable to do something. I'm drowning. Or rather… Sebastian drowned me. I witness the first rays of the sun as it goes through the window of the bedroom. Mornings used to be energetic. Funny how everything can change in just a few minutes.

After three years of meticulous planning, she had finally driven Janice away from him. The realization hit Wade like a physical blow. His eyes reddened as he fixed a malevolent gaze on Alicia. "Alicia Newman, it sickens me to know how vile and despicable you are. You slandered a woman who never once treated you with malice or hostility. Did you actually think I would ever fall for you?" He bent down, staring straight into her eyes, which instantly welled with tears. This was her usual tactic—playing the victim to evoke his sympathy and a sense of duty to compensate for Janice.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

"Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks. "Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!" Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed limply onto the floor. Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Camille to daughter, Kara (11yrs) _________________________________________________________ ALLY’s POV My father was going mad with rage. Three more dead bodies had been found in less than two weeks. All showing the same symptoms: No pupils, fangs removed and black liquid oozing from their mouth. All in their teenage years. At first, we were convinced that whoever was doing this attacked only girls, until Jeff's dead body was found floating on the lake.