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Now I understood everything that was going on here, I was lost in my own thought when suddenly old painting on wall fall down with ‘BIG Thud’ confidently at same instant one of guard solider shook violently, we all turned to see him “Solider collard… are you okay?” Solider Keevan said agitatedly however next second Solider collard attacked Solider Keevan and bite chunk of his neck, a loud scream escaped my mouth when I saw pool of blood splurging of Solider Keevan neck, another guard Solider tried to pull possessed Solider collard of Solider Keevan body but fell down of ground with horrible expression as soon as he saw there were no eyeball in Solider collard eyes, it was plain white eye. “R

The room temperature seemed to drop instantly. An invisible fear enveloped us. Just then, Poppy’s smartwatch, which she had been fiddling with, finally connected to Castiel’s phone. “Daddy, hurry home! Zombies are in the base!” Hearing his daughter’s words, Castiel grew impatient. “Stop spouting nonsense! How could zombies suddenly get into the base? Daddy is busy. Can you please stop bothering me?” June urgently shouted into the phone, “Castiel, we’re not spouting nonsense! Zombies are already inside the base! Hurry back with reinforcements and save us!”

“The one who owns your leash.” Before Mae could slice again, he jerked, eyes rolling. “Poison,” Nyra snapped. “He bit a capsule.” The second bound attacker started convulsing, foam bubbling at the corner of his mouth. “Healers!” someone shouted. Boots pounded away. Elowen slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold stone. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She stared at the dead man’s face. He couldn’t have been much older than she was.

A horrified, pain-filled growl escapes his lips as blood pumps out of his eyes. Anger boils inside me as I twist the blade deeper into his eyes, my jaw clenching. Blood splashes on my shirt, but I keep twisting the blade deeper and deeper till I am satisfied. I finally pull it out and watch his eyeball pop out of his socket and drop on the ground, melting into a whitish pulp. His eyes are hollow like a deep, red cave. I chuckle, pleased with my creative craft. I raise my head, and the grin on my face fades when my gaze falls on the woman and daughter on the ground.

When he was fully drained, I retracted my fangs and stepped away, feeling guilt worm its way into my body at the sight of his dead grey eyes. Julian pulled his head out of the crook of Ethan's neck, allowing the limp body to rest on him. With his anchoring gaze on mine, he gripped Ethan's chin and swung his head to the side, breaking his neck. I watched Ethan's body fall to Julian's feet.

I let out a larboard breath and gave it one last crunch, listening to the sound of his death bounce off the trees. "Good riddance." I spat a mouth full of blood on his dead corpse, his eyes still open and his neck ripped to shreds. I took a deep breath and walked up to Vikki, lying still on the ground. I nudged her lightly, watching her head rise and fall again. I breathed out heavily in relief when her eyes fluttered open. But they were fogged over, and it seemed like she couldn't see what was in front of her. I shifted quickly and grabbed her, cradling her. Her head fell limp over my arm. Her eyes slowly rolled into the back of her head.

And Brandon. Two of the Ghouls were the color of olives. And each of them sported wounds from previous battles and instantly Ezkeiel realized that these two Ghouls were the same Ghouls that had had a hand in the dissaperance of Billy the bee keeper and the initial attack on the Mansion. One of the Ghouls had an arm that was obviously broken and a face that was slashed open, with an eye that was crusted in blood, puss and mucus. It was easy to see that the popped eyeball, curtosey of Ezekiel, was turning infectious.

I pointed to his eyes. " You looked at her with these eyes, right?" my pointy claw drew impossible closer to his left eye. His eyes turned round in horror when he noticed the deranged glint in my eyes. "What ar eyou talking about?" he was finally getting to it. "You put your dirty eyes on her.....I'll have to take them out now," I sounded like a maniac as I dug my claw into the inner edge of his eyes. All his bravery took a flight. He screamed bloody, writhed like a slaughtering goat in my hold. A sickening suction noise followed as I dug deeper and scooped it out with practiced ease. The hollow of his eye flooded with red thick liquid. I crushed his eyeball right in front of his right eye b

There was a crack of bone, and she went down on the ground with a thud. Another zombie sprung onto her and tore into her cheek with his teeth, before losing interest as the woman died, looking up with blood running down his chin, his eyes meeting Rhett’s. Heath fired, the bullet exploding the man’s eye, and dropping the man over the woman. The shadows in the smoke seethed. “Out of smoke, Rhett,” Heath gripped Rhett’s wrist and tugged him towards where the air cleared. “Out of the smoke!” They stumbled and staggered over obstacles unseen in the smoke by their feet, before staggering out into fresh air, their eyes fixed on the smoke behind them and the zombies that followed.

Our skin never comes into contact. But then, he stopped walking and spun toward me. His hazel eyes fell on me and I gasped in excitement, thinking he had started seeing me, but what happened next made me shake in wild fright. He fell dead. Stan died and went cold, followed by the two other men with him. Their eyeballs turned creepily blue.