Dead Rising Novels & Stories

The line is dead. I drop the sat phone, and the High Priestess catches it before it hits dirt. “Cut off,” she says. “Signal jammed.” “Gerald,” Draven snarls. “Even dead, he’s got contingencies.” “No,” I say, hand on my stomach. Three heartbeats, fast and wrong and loud in my ears. “It’s not him.” The new howl comes again, from the dead marsh. Low, wet, like something dragging itself out of mud.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

The air itself felt contaminated. The odor of decay lingered everywhere. Flies buzzed continuously through the area. Darren placed a hand on his waist and released a long sigh. "Fuck! We're here to fight monsters." Ivy climbed out of the truck and glanced toward the farm. "Oh no." Darren's shoulders dropped. "We're here to deal with rotten animal carcasses and probably human corpses as well." Fuck! "The number of dead animals and humans continues increasing every day," Ivy explained seriously. "Many people died during the early stages of the apocalypse."

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

It felt like an hour had passed when I opened my eyes again. I remembered the news: chaos, burning houses, loud sirens, and city-wide power outages. That boy on the school grounds who was bitten, died, and then rose again as if nothing happened. And the teacher who almost attacked me did the same thing—dying and then coming back alive—with dead eyes and torn skin, reeking of decay. They rose despite their mutilations, as if they felt no pain. They became wild, aggressive monsters, rising from death.

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"

“According to Allan Murray, the corpses of the dead started appearing three or four days ago, they approach the living at sight and they are causing such a commotion that people in that town are living in fear.” She offered him her journal so he could read for himself. As he looked through her notes, he asked “what do we know about the dead coming to life?” “There is both a lot and little on them, we would have to identify the situation while we reach Crawley…” she said as she held one of the books “there are so many types of dead who are alive or look like it.” Suddenly the carriage stopped, the horses were steady in their place and the coachman didn’t move either.

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.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

The fog coming out began to ripple in a terrifying manner. "You're dead, young man," Darlene rasped. "Soul Massacre!"