Highschool Of The Dead Game の小説・ストーリー

the masked man concluded. The lights on the bus flickered on and off. The dark front screen lit again with the same red font as the voice echoed: [Approaching the next stop. All players, get ready.] “Does that mean all of you are dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could not process or believe any of this. Death means the end. That was how we grew up believing death was. The masked man nodded. “You’re all dead! You’re lucky to be invited to the survival game and have the opportunity to win a second chance at life.

she asks referring to the high socks. "Black?" I say unsure. She murmurs 'I thought so' and commands me to take my shower quick. "Change to this after showering." She is bossy as ever. I look over the uniform neatly ironed and folded on my drawer. So Trenfor High has a uniform I say to myself remembering the name of the school from the man last night. I am checking from afar the 'disguise' prepared for me. Cute uniform, flat black shoes, black high socks, black ribbon pony tail, black-rimmed study glasses, maroon backpack and braces. Braces?

Mrs Lucy walked unto the stage to remind the students of the rules. "Students the rules are simple knock your opponent out without using your strength as wolf or vampire then we have a winner." "Also if you use your wolf skills or vampire skills sorry your opponent automatically becomes the winner." Mrs Lucy explained "I just wanted to remind you of these important rules. I'm sure you already read them. Mr Jim the stage is yours." Mrs Lucy said leaving. "Thank you Miss Lucy so without wasting much time, the first two students to fight are... Number's 1 and 20. Please step forward." Mr Jim said

She said so I frowned. "The entire Vampire High student will be divided into groups. Whichever race you are, you will be there. All Pure Vampires will come together, all Half Vampires and Half witches will come together. If they come together the races will be paired and separated from the others. "she says. "Why?" I asked. "Because there will be a Game as a celebration of the 29768th year of Vampire high. So you are lucky because you can participate in that game." She said.

but I had too many energies inside me and I am bored. Our school was one of the top schools with higher-up kids. Teaching rich and powerful kids is a challenge. But the one rule that this high school gives to the parents: they will let the teachers do anything for the sake of the better good. Now, I am walking inside this detention room. I sigh. I know I shouldn't have gotten caught. But I was too horny to think straight when I decided to eat the girl in the infirmary. CLICK. I close the door and walk-in. I put my both hands in my pocket. Shit. Pawell was not here with me. Pawell was clever enough, he could hold his dick long enough to wait until the school hours are over and then do it some

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

"Not only did you kill your brother, but now you're having delusions and slandering your parents? It seems your madness is worse than I thought!" "Still acting?" I sneered. "If my brother is dead, then Father, Mother, tell me, how did you get here today?" When I was looking down from the edge of the roof just now, I'd noticed the car. A black, armored Cadillac, with the special family license plate. It was the exclusive car of the Moretti family heir. "And that black sedan parked on the street below, who's sitting in it? A ghost?" "Why was there only blood but no body after Lorenzo's duel? Because he never died in the first place!"

Three people who had tried to play me for a fool. “I see that you couldn’t help yourself,” she said, pointing to the passed-out elder on the floor. I chuckled, “Collateral, something to let them know that I had been unto them from the beginning,” I said. Hudson moved forward, “What is the play here?” he asked. “Easy, they will aim for Grey, killing him before the war starts. But that is the signal, once Grey is killed, the army of the undead will rise,” I said.

For this all to be some horrible nightmare I could wake up from? My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The white sheet trembled in my grip. Just look. Just open your eyes and look, Zara. You have to know. The cold air of the mortuary bit at my skin. I could smell the chemicals they used to preserve the bodies. It made my eyes water, or maybe that wasn't the chemicals at all. One more second. Just one more second where I don't have to know for sure. But I couldn't hide forever. Slowly, like I was moving through thick mud, I forced my eyes open. First just a crack, barely enough to see anything. The fluorescent lights stabbed at my eyes, too bright, too harsh.