I'm Dead Gif Novels & Stories

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

However, the person who had just been killed condensed again, revealing the appearance of Huan He. "Haha, I'm an Undead!"

He was dead. I killed him.

"Come on, get the f*ck up! I said, get the f*ck up!" Felix and Wilbur exchanged glances, and Wilbur took a deep breath before saying, "The guy's dead, Augheimer." "Dead?" Augheimer trembled when he heard that, glowering at Jimmy on the ground in disbelief. He stabbed Jimmy's corpse in the stomach a dozen more times, his expression growing more and more feral. "Please, Wilbur. Please."

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

He then instructed the guard standing nearby, "Go bring Aria to me at once." It wasn't long before the guard returned after being briefly away. He fell instantly to his knees before Carl, unable to control the trembling in his lips as he stammered, "A-Alpha Carl, A-Aria…" "What happened to Aria?" Carl demanded, sounding irritated. "Aria is dead." "W-What!" Carl exclaimed.

She pressed her lips together and looked at me. “I'm dead.”

The chaos that had consumed everything around us started to settle. It was almost surreal—like the world had been holding its breath, and now, finally, it was exhaling. The infected were slowing, their movements becoming sluggish as the cure began to take effect. I could see them staggering, their once-violent movements growing weaker, the uncontrollable hunger in their eyes diminishing.

His tears fell hot and heavy, passing right through my hand as if I wasn't even there. For the first time since becoming... whatever I am now, I actually felt something—Vincent's tears. But despite everything, it was as if he couldn't see me anymore. I waved my arms, made silly faces, anything to catch his attention, but he didn't react. His eyes remained glued to my gravestone. Seriously, Vincent? Staring at that lifeless photo of me, when I'm standing right here? Can't you see me? Frustrated, I glared at him. But before I could do anything more, a gust of wind swept through, and suddenly, I felt weightless. My body, already barely visible, began to dissolve into the breeze. My vision blurr