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Art called back. “Oh, God, no.” After a few more complaints from the living room about how disgusting we were, John went back to watching the news. “So movement and loud noises, right?” Art asked. I knew exactly what he meant. I had already told them what I had observed in my first life, and as far as I could tell, the infected behaved a lot like the usual Hollywood zombies. They reacted to sound, and they definitely noticed movement. Smell was harder to judge. “Yeah, but I don’t know if they can actually smell us, or if their noses are even functioning anymore.”

When Vespera Nyx discovers that her husband has stolen all her money and properties, she believes nothing could hurt her more. But he proves her wrong when he abandons her during the zombie apocalypse and proposes to her best friend, the woman she trusted like a sister. Left with nothing in a world filled with the undead, Vespera fights to survive. Before her death, she reads a novel about a woman who suffers the same betrayal during the apocalypse. The woman loses everything to her husband and best friend before being killed by the very people she once loved. But fate has a cruel twist waiting for Vespera. She opens her eyes again, only to discover that she has transmigrated into

Casey Waiting for the dead to attack ended up being the longest twenty minutes of my life. Unsure of what to expect, I was practically hyperventilating when the shambling horde of hungry biters was only a few houses away. Zombies couldn't throw rocks through our windows or use weapons of any kind other than their own bodies, but it didn't make our circumstances any less terrifying. When the group finally made it to the road in front of my house, it surprised me to see they were somewhat docile, at least for now. It appeared as if they were moving just to move with no designated stopping point.

“I'd rather die than let you touch me.” “Careful what you wish for, Finn. The world's already ending.” Finn has spent years convincing himself that Karl, his nerdy, infuriatingly quiet, openly gay roommate, is everything he despises. Especially after one shameful night at a club that he'd rather die than remember. Then the dead started walking. Now, trapped in their dorm room with a zombie horde outside, Finn discovers that Karl has been bitten. He's infected. And the only thing that can keep Karl from turning into a mindless monster is Finn’s blood. And every time Karl sinks his teeth into Finn's neck, the pain melts into a pleasure so intense that Finn can't tell whether

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

The rifle in Marcus's hands had run out of ammunition, leaving only a pathetic empty click. “Alice... Run!” Marcus screamed. The next second, a wave of zombies charged at the man. Marcus collapsed beneath a pile of decaying bodies. Alice instinctively stepped forward, but she was too late, and she witnessed the most brutal scene. One zombie bit into Marcus's throat while another tore open his chest, breaking his ribs one by one to reach his still-beating heart. Blood splattered across Alice's face. It felt so real, warm, and deadly. One of the creatures suddenly turned around. Its face was half-destroyed, its cheek peeled away to reveal a row of blackened teeth staring directly at Alice. The

The child was safe. The walls had held. The parasites were gone.She didn't feel triumph. She didn't feel vengeance. She felt the quiet, absolute stillness of a woman watching a closed equation resolve itself.Adrian Blackwood was dead. The man who had pushed her into the monsters in another life had been torn apart by the very same creatures. The ledger was balanced.Maya picked up her tea and took another slow sip. She looked at the digital clock on the wall.The red numbers glowed brightly in the dim room.The apocalypse had begun.

Lia shrieked, her eyes wide with terror, gripping her rusted iron pipe tightly. Bima felt his skin crawl. These weren't ordinary zombies. Their bodies were bloated, their skin glistening like burnt candy, and their teeth… their teeth looked larger, sharper, and stained with horrific caramel residue. They moved slowly, but the hungry gaze in their eyes was locked onto Bima, Riska, and Lia. Or, more accurately, onto the Indomie Super Nutripower they were carrying. [Warning! 'Sucrose Zombie' (Horde) detected! They are triggered by the 'Mass Carbohydrate Destruction Protocol' and are targeting high-energy carbohydrate sources!]

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

"How about you tell us what you know about the damn zombie wolves chasing us?" The air grew heavier. The word zombie felt out of place in such an ancient setting, but Vardam’s serious look made it clear he understood. He arched a brow, leaning forward. "Zombie… wolves?" he repeated, a crease forming between his brows. "Are you saying you’re being hunted by corpses?" "Mutilated ones," Icarus explained, his voice low, heavy with anger and disgust. "They smell of death, their eyes empty. As if they had no soul… but they refuse to die."