Highschool Of The Dead Free นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Bethany scoffed. "At least I'm not the hoe in this trio," Ashleigh argued. "Well Ash, I'm gonna be honest, if I were you I would've taken him on the on the first month anniversary," Heather stated. "Oh hell no! I would take him on the first day!" Bethany exclaimed. Ashleigh rolled her eyes as they arrived at campus. "I'll see you two hoes after class," Ashleigh stated before they went their separate ways. Meanwhile Damien had just woken up, he was resting in bed when he heard coughing coming from a room. He got up and went downstairs to the kitchen where the coughing was coming from.

He breathed in and out, trying to regain his calm. He was rattled after going through that. He didn’t know what would happen if she didn’t regain her own consciousness. ‘I’ll have dad bring in a priest to cleanse this place.’ He decided. He has heard stories about the school being haunted. Decades ago, those female students who once fell pregnant and could not give birth to it, had to abort it and those fetuses were then stored in big mason jars.

Perhaps, the man was not careful enough to mind the way he took the drug that had resulted in such ill fate. I and my brother read tediously into the nights and days and sometimes missed school, so as to make the best of the opportunity of reading freely at home. We had the internet to our disposal and everything seemed perfect. We would watch lectures on topics that seemed rather tough to us. I was going into the computer software engineering field and Kingsley was going for Cyber security.

A #1 Dad mug was also on the table containing stale coffee. "Quick, check the room for the file" The kids shuffled round the round, checking the pile of files. Zoey checked inside the desk drawers while Chirag checked the lockers. "Hunter, this one is locked and I can't find the key". Hunter picked two bobby pins off Zoey's hair and picked the lock deftly. He dragged the drawer open and saw a file marked "HGWELLS HIGH SCHOOL DEATHS 003". "I think this is it" Hunter said flipping through the file. " There's also a building blueprint inside" he remarked.

Has he gotten here so quickly? No, it’s not him. The smell was different from the rotten smell that guy emitted, and apart from that, the area smelled like death. Death? Yeah, that’s the best description of the smell. The rustling continued, and I was curious, curious to know what the smell was so I looked back and on the ground, there were three highschoolers on the ground, dead.

“My mother told me that you aren’t allowed to do anything. That the killer no longer has any ammo in her gun. Is that true, Thing?” Nyla stood perfectly still, her eyes trained on the great buffoon as he spoke. “Let’s see if it is.” As if on cue, the students parted, making way for a girl with a sloshing bucket of something on a hoverboard. The smell hit Nyla before her eyes confirmed her suspicion. They’d filled the bucket with blood. “We have a little gift for you, something to remind you of the old days.” With a malicious grin, he grabbed the bucket and flung its contents at Nyla. While bracing for the blow, Nyla couldn’t help but breathe in a great mouthful of blood, choking her.

A bold red headline at the top of the screen read, 'Mass Casualty at Blackwood Academy: Entire Student Body and Faculty Found Dead Overnight. My mind went completely blank for a moment before I opened the article. The report was brief, brutal, and hard to believe. 'All 5,000 students and faculty at Blackwood High died the night before due to catastrophic bleeding. Only two students who missed the study hall survived.' I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the phone as my entire body started to shake. 'How is this happening?' Only last night, those people were still alive. My classmates. My teachers. Everyone I had known for the past three years.

The cell warps. Blood. Shadows. Elijah steps forward. He’s holding Clara’s body. His golden eyes burn. “You let them die,” he whispers. “No…” “Die. Die. Die.” Their voices rise—Evangeline’s, Mike’s, Clara’s, the whole pack. Everyone is here. "I'm a monster. I'll be a good girl. I won't tell anyone. Please. Daddy, please." “Die. Die. Die.” I clutch my head. “It was because of me. Everyone dies because of me. I’m a monster.”

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.