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Gunner. We stood and waited for a few minutes for Hank to come too again. I got another bowl of water and threw it on him. Nothing. Dad tapped on his cheek a bit while I got more water. The skin below his eye was split and bleeding, and his eye socket was swelling fast. Payback is such sweet candy. He started to moan and groan as he was waking up. “You little fucking prick” he mumbled. Cole and Spartan chuckled quietly. “Why did you have Zelena?” I yelled,

“Are you serious? She’s been dead for seven hours. That can’t be right.” “I’m telling you, I saw it!” He let out a frustrated sigh and checked for a pulse on the body. “There’s no pulse. She’s definitely gone. Are you suggesting we’re in some zombie movie or something?” “Maybe I just need to catch some Z's.” “Get it together. We’ve got a lot to do.” They shook their heads, ready to move on. But just as they leaned in, the corpse’s eyes shot open! They stood frozen as the woman, thought to be lifeless, locked eyes with them.

She never finished. Thick blood splashed across half her face. Bright red flooded her eyes. She wiped at them and shrieked, "Who the hell threw water at me?!" A pale face floated up in front of her, nose twitching like it caught fresh meat. "Ahhhh—!" The crowd blew apart. A mutated zombie had slipped in and was ripping through people, biting anything it could reach. Bella grabbed Dylan and bolted for higher ground, blowing the whistle at her chest.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

They looked up. A gaunt face came into view, skin stretched tight over bone, the flesh torn and mangled. One eye had been gouged out. The other was a dull gray, lifeless and cloudy, staring at them without blinking. The smell of living people leaked through the garbage. The one-eyed zombie shuddered with excitement, green light flashing in its eye. It opened its mouth; fresh bits of brain slid off its jaw, the remnants of its meal earlier. "Raarh!"

Blood bubbles out of the corner of his mouth as he sputters out his dying breaths. Suddenly, his eyes glaze over—but it is not the glaze of death . . . no, this is something . . . different. Trust me, I’ve seen the ‘glaze of death’ enough times to be able to recognize it. There is still consciousness in his eyes—probably more consciousness than there had been moments before—but now there’s something of a distant, crazed glint to his glare. More intent, more focused. If I believed in Voodoo magic, the combination of this horrifying glare and his bloody visage would make me think he’d turned into a zombie.

The bullet punctured through the center of Maddison’s forehead, barreled through her brain, and exited from the back of her head. Maddison Leighton went stiff and fell forward. She died with her eyes open. Jeanette’s eyes were wide open, too. A large, towering figure had appeared before she could catch him moving. He had wrapped himself around her before Maddison’s knife pierced her skin. Blood was pouring out of Elias’ back like a fountain. The color in his face faded just as rapidly while he breathed. “Y-You okay?” “I… I…" She faltered. “G-Glad… you’re f-fine.”

Every other time I've been close enough to take a glance, I've been running for my life or hiding in an attempt to stay alive. The first thing I notice about this creature is his right eye. The left one is gone, but it has to be the same startling shade of blue as his remaining one. That one remaining blue eye fixes on me, and it looks so normal-so human-I can't bring myself to look away. Without breaking eye contact, he lunges at me and what's left of his hand grasps my ankle. The scream builds up in my throat, but before I can let it out, Aaron pounces with the knife, driving it deep into the head of the zombie.

El's old body also has many bullet holes through his body, some of which still bleed fresh. The butchers didn't care for the moaning of pain coming out of master el's mouth, they didn't feel a thing for that old, bloody body. Until finally Mr. El was killed after someone shot out his head right through the eye pepper, making Mr. El's hideous body even more terrifying with both eyeballs that were no longer in place. The limbs were shattered after being exposed to a hot lead that slid from one of the pistols carried by the savages.