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Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

"Hit me." "You know I would if I could. I'm in a damn closet nearly naked with zombies outside, but I just don't have the energy to do anything." I leaned my head against the wall, pulling a new blanket around me. "Put your arms up." Thomas faced me, removing his shirt. "You can wear my shirt." Raising my arms, Thomas pulled his tee shirt over my head. God. It smelled just like him. So frigging good. "Thank you." I tugged up the collar and sniffed.

Dreyden didn't even look at me, his eyes locked onto Dave’s chest like he was staring right through the man, and he muttered under his breath, "I don't care about gloves, Drayton, just let him hit me." "I'm not letting anybody break your jaw," I grunted, grabbing a pair of grey sixteen-ounce training gloves off the turnbuckle and shoving them hard against his soaked chest, adding, "Put 'em on, or you can walk right back out that door you just shoved open." Dreyden took the gloves without saying another word, his hands shaking so violently he could barely shove his fingers into the leather. So I reached over, yanked the velcro straps tight around his wrists, and felt how cold his skin was whi

Bile quickly rises to my throat, and I swallow it down. Wrong decision to make. Before I can think, it rushes up my throat again, and I hunch over. Right there, in the middle of the aisle, I empty my guts. I puke. A whitish transparent liquid. My throat feels raw, hot. “Gross,” someone grimaces. Jafeth looks away, jaw clenched. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Black dots dance in my vision, my head swims. I feel light-headed. Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it…

Suddenly she saw him in front of her. Before she could utter a word, in a split second his canines sank into the skin between her neck and shoulder, marking her. He pulled her into his arms and his breath fanned the area of her neck. She panicked, she wasn't ready for this! She could not help the tremor as licked her mark, sending tingles to every part of her body. Suddenly, that part began to feel hot. Andrea was confused as to why he did that but then Derek and his men came out of their hiding. She became scared and her heart started beating so fast.

Nothing was out in the open except for a few cologne bottles, but they were fixed neatly on the dresser, so I assumed that was where they belonged. I walked over to the dresser. I knelt and opened the bottom drawer to reveal two neat stacks of clothes. The pile on the right was hoodies, and the stack to the left was sweatshirts. I grabbed the stack of sweatshirts to look for one I liked. As I looked through the pile, I saw one that was a familiar shade of green. I took it out, so I could look at it. The Marine Corps Eagle, Globe, and Anchor were printed on the left breast. This was an official Marine Corps P.T. sweatshirt. I looked at the tag on the sweatshirt and saw 'Carter' neatly written

Heavens. I was terrible, but even with my predicament, I could still testify that my killer was a little bit good-looking. No, mouthwatering. My mouth watered, only because I was scared to the pit of my stomach. It would have been much better if my mouth flooded because of his nice appearance. His hair was the darkest shade of black. Blinding black. He stood 6’8 tall. I guess. Watching from where he stood at the light switch. The runes that were the only thing that was visible when the lights were down had disappeared

I sipped my beer. I stopped drinking with a twinkle in my eye. I watched Adam's friends stop not far from him. In stature and elegance, I immediately recognized the turned white shirt and board shorts. Greco was facing our direction but I wonder what or who he was looking at. It can't be seen in his sunglasses. I don’t know but I suddenly became conscious of wearing it. I'm still wearing my bandeau because that's the only cover on my chest, but I'm not wearing shorts anymore. Just my white bikini bottom.

As the thunderous horseshoe faded, he soon disappeared in the distance, like a ghost from hell which was demanding someone's life. "It's the Blood Dragon Village's 'Killing Token of Blood Dragon'!" There was a white silk cloth tied to the big wolf tooth arrow. A big blood 'Kill' was written on it. Every stroke was as sharp as a knife. There seemed to have the neighs of horses and the sounds of weapons. The bloodletter was like the mouth of Death and heavy Killing Intent rushed out of it. It was obviously written with human blood. It shocked everyone who saw it. As Gao Feng and his men saw it, their faces suddenly became very gloomy.

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.