Dead Rising Novels & Stories

And then he opened the door and closed it. Charlie didn’t leave the door open anymore, unlike the times when they were still happy together. From the other side of the door, she could hear Charlie’s footsteps fading away. And as she continued to cry her broken heart out, it started to rain hard. It’s almost as if the weather is trying to share the pain that Ginger is enduring right now. As Ginger cried, she saw blood dripping on the floor from her nose, which gave her a headache. Then slowly, she felt dizzy and found herself falling into unconsciousness.

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

Woods said a quick, silent prayer, hoping that the big southern girl didn’t freeze her ass off on her way up to the Pearly Gates. Thirty simple seconds tick-tocked on by, and despite the electric crackle of expectancy in the air, Mama Metcalf remained well and truly dead. Even her blood had stopped flowing, ruby diamonds on a cigarette-butt strewn patch of land. The old woman across from her, Wanda Mabry, would also never move again. Her index finger was curved inwards as though still depressing an invisible trigger that shot invisible bullets of hatred at a sky that would never die. Sirens sung in the distance. When the hospice alarm was activated an automatic call out was prompted to the f

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

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."

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT Rachel~ I sat up in a sweat just after 3am. Flashes of a nightmare still etched into my eyelids. A large dark crow swallowed me whole. I fought and fought, but down its beak I went. I slithered down its throat and even though I tried to crawl back out but couldn’t make any progress. At last I was running out of air. That’s what forced me to wake up. The feeling that I wasn’t getting any air and was dying.

I answer the call, hesitantly, afraid of what I'm about to see. Ethan changes the camera view so it's no longer my men staring back at me, rather it's the feed from inside the utility corridor. I can see everything happening as we speak. My blood runs cold, as I see Lexi on the ground in a state of shock, tears pooling onto the ground. Before I can ask, the view switches. I gasp in horror as I see Ryker in Craig's clutches being bled to death. "I'll do whatever, just stop!" Lexi screams, holding herself.

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."