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I said, doing my best to sound normal. “So, what’s going on?” I asked Zane. “Something is off,” he replied, showing me the black coffin. The black coffin. Here it was, right in our face. The cold mist lingered around it, giving chills. The black mist was thicker than what Eric had described and different from the last time we were here. Faint black veins slithered around the black coffin like the Noctyrix, ready to bite anyone approaching it. “Look! The black coffin is vibrating!” Zane pointed out as soon as we drew nearer to it.

Even with a few people working together, they still couldn't pull Anthony away from me. "He seems to really like you." Eddie sniffled, his voice hoarse as he spoke to me. A mess of feelings crashed through me. I felt like something was lodged in my throat; I could barely breathe. In the end, I let out a bitter laugh. "Let's hope so." … A few days later, Anthony was done handling all the arrangements after my death. But instead of putting my ashes in a grave somewhere, he brought them back to the villa. With the kind of money he had, buying a plot was nothing. I had no idea why he chose to do this.

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"

One could even see burrows local animals had made for themselves. Logan took a stride and pointed at one of the bigger graves. "Dig that one up." Dijkstra and his people staggered. "Say what?!" "Did he… just tell us to… ya know?" Dijkstra could not believe it. Three hours of a ride just to roleplay as grave robbers!? Logan nodded firmly. Dijkstra sighed and ordered, "Get to it!" His underlings received the order and began excavating the grave. It soon became clear that the grave was different from every other. The shape of the coffin was hexagonal—it did not even seem like a human's coffin at all. Hell, for a gravestone looking so worn out, the coffin looked new and fresh.

The same grave he swore she wasn’t dead in. The diggers work fast, mercenaries I’ve hired under fake names, paid in crypto and silence. The soil gives way easily, too easily for something meant to have rested undisturbed for over a decade. When the spade strikes metal, I feel it in my bones. “Stop,” I say. The men step back. I climb down, mud pulling at my boots. My gloves scrape against the surface of a steel coffin, modern, industrial, nothing like the ornate box in the burial photos. Someone changed it.

"You are really trying to make me hungry…and it's working, but first we have to visit the hospital and make sure granny’s okay, it was a long journey, why couldn’t they fly here as well?” “You know Etienne the specialist preferred that she drives here instead, I took was a bit surprised, but I surpassed it, don’t think too much about it, all is well.” Etienne nodded in response. They made their stop at the entrance of a complex “La Casa de Rivonia”. It was an apartment block the size of `half a skyscraper, colored in grey, white, and cream with a big sign hanging off one of the buildings that had the name of the apartment on it, and at the entrance stood 4 security guards.

Twice he crossed paths with Bain, but his friend had learned nothing, either. With less than an hour of darkness left, he headed for the cemetery that was the rumored source of the zombies. The graveyard was well-guarded, telling him the rumors were probably true. He remained hidden far back from the illuminated area and carefully surveyed the scene. He counted forty graves that had been dug up—whether the digging had occurred from above the ground or below he couldn’t tell. There were no signs of any heavy equipment having been used in the graveyard, so he leaned toward the idea that the corpses had dug themselves out. The alternative—that a large group of diggers had uncovered the graves t

I stood at the edge of the abyss, my hands folded perfectly in front of me, a masterpiece of grief that refused to crack. The sky over the Vermon cemetery was the color of a bruised lung. It was a private burial, a quiet excision of a legacy that Michael Blackwood had tried so hard to build. There were no cameras here, no board members, only the hollowed-out survivors of a war that had no winners.

Max spoke calmly and cooly in my ear as we approached the grave. Inside the grave lay a partially decayed black and silver spotted wolf. I scanned it closely with my eyes realizing its size alone should have told me right away. "This is the missing gamma..." I whispered covering my mouth with my hand trying to hold back vomit that started bubbling in my stomach.

She grabbed a white blanket from the cabinet and carefully wrapped Barky in it, tucking his favorite chew toy inside. Her body felt like lead as she carried him out to the backyard. The moon hung low, its pale light barely enough to see by, but it would have to do. With a shovel, she dug a hole under the tree, her hands blistering from the effort, her tears mingling with sweat. When it was done, she laid Barky down gently before covering him with earth. The dirt fell back into place with a dull sound. She surrounded the grave with stones. She also plucked clusters of white gumamela from her garden, arranging them carefully around the mound.