Dead Rising Novels & Stories

Dead Silence instantly controls the room. Chill blood freezing breeze joins. Our eyes perform more function than ever. We trio exchange continous stare's. I feel a dramatic music dingling up my skull.

“Really want to sleep again but sleeping too much is not good for the health. When waking up, the tiring body is like a shadow of a ghost. Daisy thinks so, she tried to drag her heavy body to the edge of the yard to sit and breathe fresh air, her lungs are so happy because it doesn’t work hard. It's a totally different thing from living in the busy cities.” Last night's dream dimly appeared through the meninges. “Oh, there was a funeral. Daisy didn’t know clearly how many people died, old or young. That nightmare has been a cycle for several hours, it made Daisy very tired. Daisy knew the dead ancestors wanted to give her some previous omens but Daisy didn’t force herself to remember those.

I am halfway down the corridor when the lights go out. The sconce at the far end dies first, a sharp pop and a shower of sparks that rain down onto the flagstones like a tiny, brief snowfall. The one behind me follows half a second later. The darkness that drops is not the gradual dark of evening but the absolute black of a house whose wiring has just surrendered to the storm. I stop walking. My hand finds the wall to my right, the stone rough and cool under my palm, and I wait for my eyes to adjust.

"Not just this thing. The smell. Under the rot." I've been choking on the rot. I push past it. And there it is. The same wrongness that was carved into the birch. I study the thing we killed. I’ve seen enough dead to know the stages of decomposition. This didn't die Tuesday with a cute phone in its pocket. "It's old," I say. "Been dead a long time." Dax goes still. "The ones going missing," he says slowly. "They're disappearing alive." "Yeah." "So this isn't one of them."

{Ciril’s POV} Before my very eyes, the dead had risen. I was aware they used to rise before after being bit by a Feral but then seeing them rise in such huge numbers was shock and dread on a different level. And to add even more dread to it, there had been that man-best creature using dark powers to raise them up from their demise and rot. Turns out there was an update— people didn’t need to be bitten by Ferals anymore to be able to rise from the dead.

The other will find the twin tower. Darwin said heaving "What about the other group?" Karlo aske "We need men to go back to Boldon. Search other allies to help us convince the other families. If this wall fell, the legend said the rising dead will scatter across the highlands, if that happens first before Elena could wake the queens, then we need to fight the rising dead. We are hopeless then. But we need to fight. The night is dark and cold. And,it is darkest before the daylight would come

There was a loud roar from the earth until dead corpses emerged out. "She summoned the dead?" Ayla questions with a voice of startlement. I too was stunned by the sight of the rotten fleshes surfacing out of the earth. Their eyes were glowing an odd blue, teeth strangely sharp as they snarled and snapped their jaws. "What the bloody fuck?" Ares mind-links, utterly confused at what he was witnessing. I was about to answer him when the snarling dead came barreling towards us. With the darkened sky, the only visible thing we could really see were their glowing eyes and snarling teeth.

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

As the warm water flowed down my throat, I felt my energy coming back to me gradually. I could feel my limbs again, albeit slowly. Tears of joy flowed down my cheeks. Peter and Selena stood some distance away, feeling perplexed. Zachary supported me so that it was easier for me to breathe. After taking a long while to gather myself, I opened my eyes, glanced toward Peter and blurted, "I want a divorce." Both Peter's and Selena's mouths hung agape. Peter loosened his grip on his cup, which fell and shattered on the floor.