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Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies. Just as one of them lunged forward, about to bite through Dan’s neck, I stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee, calmly looking down at the scene below. “Ruth,” I said lightly, “they’re too loud.” From the shadows behind me, Ruth stepped forward and simply glanced down at the yard. “Boom!” In an instant, the zombies were crushed flat against the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity. The sound of bones shattering rang out, and a moment later, they were all reduced to pulp.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

Whatever unease she had earlier is already fading, replaced by something much more like her. “So,” she starts, nudging my arm lightly like she does when she wants my attention, “I started this new book last night.” I glance at her, catching the small excitement in her expression, then go back to stretching my arm across my chest. “It’s about zombies,” she continues, her voice picking up. “Like actual dead people walking around and eating others. It’s kind of disgusting, but also really good.” “And there is this guy,” she goes on, lowering her voice just a little like she is letting me in on something important. “He is technically dead, but not fully gone. Like he still thinks and talks and…

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

' 'There are quite a number of zombies in Zombieland though. "Mr. York, the place you're referring to, where there are lots of zombies is…" Rae probed Lucas, trying to feel for his mood. "Whichever province in Sky Blue Base City that has lots of zombies. Bring me there," Lucas said. Rae was not able to comprehend Lucas' reason for heading to a place with lots of zombies, but she dared not question him further. People like Lucas could go wherever they wanted to. "Mr. York, let's head over to the Southern Bright Region then. That place has the most zombies. There are many mutant zombies there as well."

Elias grabbed my hand tight. “This way,” he whispered urgently. “Don’t make a sound.” My heart raced as he pulled me deeper into the dark stacks. We moved fast but careful, stepping around carts and avoiding loose books on the floor. The flashlight beams from the power crew swept across the far end of the basement. Voices echoed. “Anyone down here? Maintenance check!” Elias led me behind a tall row of old reference books, the kind nobody touched anymore. We squeezed into a narrow gap between two heavy shelves. My back pressed against one. His body shielded me from the front. We were so close I could feel his chest rising and falling fast.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

Yanfren knew he could not afford to cross them, but he could not afford the money they demanded either. Just then, Booker roared angrily, "How dare they act so arrogantly after disturbing the peace of our village? Guys, go beat them up!" As the crowd began to move, Wilbur shouted, "The corpse will transform into a zombie if you leave it like that. I advise you to bury it quickly and let me go about my business. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you when something happens." "Who are you trying to scare with that story?" "What's this talk about zombies? Grow the f*ck up!"

She walked towards where her daughter was and she stared at her for a while before moving her eyes to Hazel. “Thank you, Hazel,” she said it like she meant it and she moved her eyes back to fall on the book of prophecy before gripping it tightly. “Caitlin! No,” Hazel expressed shock when she suddenly realized and she quickly made to save the book but she was too late as the book turned to ashes as soon as the flames engulfed it.

Officers, security guards, press agents – the entire crowd parted ways. Humans are too easy to control, he thought. The slightest bit of mindbending, and they scurry out of the way like sheep. A vampire of the Blacktide Coven, Kyle had seen it all in his 3,000 plus years. He had been there when they killed Christ. He had witnessed the French Revolution. He had watched smallpox spread across Europe—and had even helped it spread. There was nothing left that could surprise them. But this night surprised him. And he did not like to be surprised.