Hange Zoe Death Scene Novels & Stories

Not in front of them. Behind me, I heard him call my name one last time. I didn't look back. The night air hit like a slap. We sat in Zoe's battered hatchback, parked under a sick orange streetlight. I pulled my knees to my chest, Kade's voice still echoing in my skull, Kolt's smirk burned into my skin. Zoe shoved my jacket over my shoulders like she could patch the holes in me. She was vibrating with fury. "He almost killed him," she said flatly.

Tears streamed down Zoe's face. She tried to speak. Zoe wanted to explain that her reasons were not like that. She wanted to scream out the fact that all of it was a false accusation. Wolf was unable to see how badly scratched Zoe's neck was, because of his anger. He kept pulling Zoe out, pushing Sara, who tried to intervene again. "THAT MAN IS MURDER! He killed my child!" A hoarse scream echoed, and the room instantly fell silent. All breaths were held. Even Zoe herself was shocked, but then she made a choking sound and collapsed to the floor.

When I reach them, she holds my shoulders carefully. “Do you want a hug?” she asks calmly. I nod before she pulls me into her embrace. Zeath, who’s standing behind her holds my hand as mom joins the hug. “Zach’s dead,” I drop the bomb. Oasis holds her body still. And I feel her heart pounding rapidly against my chest. As her temperature rises, her skin starts to feel as if it would burn anyone who hasn’t gone through the kind of pressure I’ve seen. She slowly pulls herself from the tangle. Without a word, she heads into the cemetery.

The creature howled, thrashing, but Valerius twisted, ripping upward. The body collapsed, turning grey, crumbling into ash that scattered across the tiles. Silence. Zoe’s limp form hit the floor with a dull thud. “No…!” Melinda dropped beside her, pulling Zoe into her lap. “She’s passed out! Oh no, Chloe, she’s not waking up!” Chloe and Diana came rushing in, followed closely by Noah. The sight of Zoe’s pale face stole Chloe’s breath. She fell to her knees, her hands shaking as she brushed hair from Zoe’s forehead.

She asked. Before she could think of the rest, darkness blinded her. And the next morning, she was awake with a huge headache. -------------------------------------------------------- Zoe's POV : "Aargh… holy Christ… I am not going to drink that shit ever again…!!" I exclaimed and opened my eyes to see a different place.

My fingers curled slowly. Another victim. Another woman. Another life ended. Zane suddenly climbed onto the couch beside me. He stared at the screen. “What are they talking about?” he asked softly. “A bad person hurt someone,” I said gently. He watched the screen carefully. The camera zoomed in on the victim’s clothes. Zane leaned closer. “Wait.” I frowned. “What?” He pointed at the screen. “Her chest.” I squinted. There. A stain on the shirt. Red.

I rushed into the bedroom, desperately trying to wake Luna and Liam. Yet, no matter how hard I shook them, they would not stir. With no other option, I tied the rope tightly around my body. I secured one child to my front and the other to my back. As I prepared to run back to the balcony, a crystal chandelier came crashing down, narrowly missing the three of us by a second. I froze for a moment, catching my breath, before pushing forward. Behind me, I could hear the chaotic sounds of furniture collapsing and explosions echoing through the apartment.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

"I didn't kill him. What did I do wrong? I paid my respects. Now we're even." With that, he turned to leave. But then, the situation took a sudden turn. Zoey sprang to her feet. Before anyone could see where the paring knife came from, she drove it into his chest. "Even? You caused Chase's death, and you think you can just erase it all by saying we're even?" A wild, deranged smile twisted her beautiful features. "You monster! You're the one who should have died. Go to hell!" "You—"

He’s old enough to be my grandpa, but damn that man can kick ass. After I wash off, I step out of the lake to dry off with a shitty towel I have. I’m not even sure it’s really a towel anymore, more like a rag. I’m halfway through drying off when screams from the camp ring through the woods. Shit! They found us. I toss on my shirt, but a dart hits me in the thigh. Suddenly, I become woosy. I fall to my knees as two zombies approach. Two zombies approach me. “Is this her boss?” The one with pale blonde hair asks.