Dead Rising Novels & Stories

I know you. Shivering, she heads back the way she came, to where her vehicle is parked. Near the cemetery’s edge she starts visibly and sways in her tracks: a visitor is blocking the path. Holding her breath, she stares at the dead boy before her, stares through him, and the others, too. Pale children appearing, their bodies ripped, mottled with insect bites, horrifically disfigured. Waiting for her. A gaunt, eyeless teenage girl comes to the front, bled out, clothing soiled, her white lips pressed together and her throat slashed a wicked bright red. A spider races from one eye socket up into her blood-tangled hair. They move nearer. Finally the woman’s breath releases in a rush. “Go. Do not

When winter came, the parasites froze and died, leaving behind black eggs buried deep in their rotting flesh. The zombies broke into uneven sprints, and the sight of them wasn't much different from mummified corpses clawing their way out of graves. The man on the ground saw them closing in. He twisted around and shouted up at Hayley. "What are you waiting for? You hit me, and you're just leaving? Get me up there! Now!" Hayley stared down at him. He looked more like a drifter than a survivor. She gave a small wave and pressed down on the accelerator.

What was happening? Before we could even process the change, the dead began to rise. Not as themselves, but as puppets, their movements jerky and unnatural, their eyes dead and unblinking. The woman I had just killed, her body still warm, rose to her feet, her face a blank slate, the hateful look gone, replaced by a soulless emptiness. With a wave of Kasamaan’s hand, this army of the undead sprang to life, a force of pure magic and rage.

My eyes were heavily lidded, barely open wide enough to see the arching sunrise, the bloated red sun hanging fat in the dawn sky. Something about her had felt off. There was an itch at the very back of my head, just out of reach always, a horrible, niggling feeling that something wasn’t right. Perhaps it was Trigger’s certainty that new vampires had arrived in Seafall. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d looked dead – truly dead, with waxy skin and hollowed cheeks – and I’d blown air into her lungs, breathed life back into her empty body.

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

‎Of all the wretched, soul-scarring chores this new world had forced upon us, taking down the zombies was the worst. It wasn't just the danger; it was the profound, gut-churning disgust of it all. It was the most disgusting shit I’d ever done in my whole life, a phrase that felt woefully inadequate to describe the visceral horror. The act itself was a brutal, messy business. It wasn't like in the old movies, a clean shot to the head and a tidy collapse. It was a gruesome ballet of decay and resistance. The sickening, wet thud of the crowbar connecting with a skull that was more liquid than bone. The way they sometimes didn't just fall, but sort of… deflated, spilling their putrid contents on

I am too scared to open my eyes when I feel a flesh touching me. “Again, who is he?”, this time my gaze is at the guy with green eyes. “Uh…I guess..his name was…”Xander is going to say when I hear Ethan’s voice “Necromancer” “Yeah the one who rules demon”, I am shocked by how little does Xander knows “No…he is the one who raises the dead”, all four of us turn around and see hundreds of dead bodies standing alive in front of us. “Hazel..you take the left…Xander goes right…I and Calla will handle the rest of them." Ethan says with full confidence in us and I feel a surge of power inside me.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Officer Will took the call with sorrow. Grim Marie had taken her own life. She was found in the bath with expensive-smelling bubbles and a candle. She had used a razor. He wished this hadn’t surprised him. His heart felt heavy, but he tried to convince himself that at least she was at peace now, enfolded in the arms of her mother and her daughter. A third little urn lined up on the shelf, perhaps. At least the pain and misery of her hunt for The Wolf was over.

Ngunit sa kahandaan n’ya sa pagdating ng araw na ‘yon, ay nakakilala s’ya ng isang istrangherong walang paki-alam sa buhay ng iba – ang lalaking seryoso, tahimik, walang kaibigan, at kailanman ay hindi makitaan ng ngiti sa kan’yang mga labi. Sa pag-krus ng kanilang mga landas, matulungan kaya si Isabela ng isang matamlay na istranghero na matupad ang lahat ng nasa Dying List n’ya? O s’ya ang tutulong dito, para makita nito ang makulay na buhay sa mundong kanilang tinatapakan.

' The ruby dew sank into the earth as it was eagerly consumed, the weeds wafting and seeming to reach out for the bleeding wrist, hungry for more as the soil heaved erotically beneath as it began to spit out the dead. Glassy eyes peeled open, revealing empty sockets, but the ability to see was not down to eyes alone and the gifts of death and their new master were enough to guide. Their hearing was beyond the skills of the normal human, even beyond the blind. Each beat of the pulse, each sway of a blade of grass could be heard. Not many dragged themselves from their lonely bed. In the last few years only five people had been laid to rest there and they were the only ones intact enough to res