I Am A Zombie Bl 소설 & 이야기

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

Pain exploded—but so did focus. I drove my blade straight through its skull, twisting hard until it went limp. The second I sidestepped and decapitated. The third was already upon me when a strange warmth bloomed in my chest. The Sanctuary responded. My free hand lifted instinctively, and green light flared from my palm. Roots shot from the soil, piercing through the zombie’s chest and dragging it to the ground. I stared, panting, as it stopped moving. Then silence. [Trial One Complete]

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

Damon was hitting him continuously and man almost bled to the death. "Damn, man... you are really stubborn..." He chuckled while tossing the stick away and sitting on the chair while panting. "We'll continue again after my break but till then my friends will take care of you." The man was literally skinned alive. Yang nodded at Damon and opened the box. Yibo started screaming when rats climbed on his body hungrily. Mira closed her eyes and turned around as she felt her lunch coming back to her throat. She ran out and gasped for the fresh air.

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

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.

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"