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Terrifyingly familiar. "You don't recognize me, do you?" He laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Though I suppose I have changed since we last met. Death has a way of... altering one's perspective." "You're dead," I whispered, understanding flooding through me like ice water. "Gromov is dead. I killed him myself."

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"

He stepped into the living room and spotted me slumped on the couch with Ava lying on top of me. Then, he lapped around the couch and called out in a cheery voice, “Hey, are you still upset at me…” All of a sudden, he stopped dead in his tracks. A terrible shiver ran through him and he started to sweat profusely. Seven days had passed since I died. My corpse was decomposing by this point. Large purple spots were blotted all across my body, and there was even body fluid oozing out.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

His breathing slows, the whites of his eyes glaze over. And then he is dead. Dead. Goddess. I just killed a man.

"T-ty... look at me... y-you can see me, right?" "I'm tired, wife. I'll just take a nap, wake me up when we're home, hmm?" He whispered in a super low and weak voice. His voice was not that even clear anymore, it was cracking, it's weakening. It's... f-fading... "Tyron.." I cried out loud as his eyes closed completely. My body was shaking when I felt its cold body fall completely into my arm. N-no... no. He's not... dead. "TYRON!!"

I Don't Wanna Live Forever - Zayn & Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 The dead's chair. I sat in front of Mrs Nunung nervous, scared, weak, my head hurt, my ears ringing. My life stopped completely and stopped spinning. My head is dizzy with all this, and it feels throbbing.

“No… How can this be?” William’s eyes widened in shock, and his chest heaved. The cold air almost made everyone freeze where they stood, but he ran over to me like a madman. My eyes were wide open, and my hand was reaching for the door. It was evident that I was in agony. “Violet… No!” He held my corpse like a madman and roared, “Stop standing there, and call the doctor!” The people exchanged glances but did not move. All of them knew that I was already dead.

Press it lightly against my chest. There it is. That second pulse. Not painful this time. Not sharp. Just… there. Steady. Present. Like something alive. I frown slightly. My fingers press a little more. It doesn’t go away. Draven is dead. The thought comes quietly. Not as loud as before. Not as sharp. Just… there. He’s dead. I swallow. My throat feels tight. You said it yourself. You accepted it. My fingers curl slightly against my shirt.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."