Mckamey Manor Death Count の小説・ストーリー

“Hello, Alpha Waylen. The injured individuals have been taken to the hospital for treatment. Also, the cemetery space has been booked for the deceased,” “Good. How many dead bodies have been recovered?” “Right now, we have about twenty one in total which is the lowest we’ve ever recorded. We are still working on identifying some of the deceased,” “Alright, keep me posted so we can arrange a package for the families of the dead,” “Of course, Alpha Waylen,” I hung up the call and sighed. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Ace came in with a file in his hands. He gently placed it on the table.

I just shook my head, opened the driver's door, and was about to get in when another officer came running toward me. "Calderon, good thing I caught you!" He was panting so hard it looked like his tongue was about to hang out. "Did you hear the news?" he asked. "What news?" I responded, confused. How could I know if he hadn't told me? "Manzano," he said, making me even more irritated since he cut his sentence short. "Damn it, Suarez, just get to the point so I can understand. What about Manzano?" "You're already in a bad mood, but this will make it worse—Manzano was found dead at the boundary of Angeles and Mabalacat."

Once the door was shut, I leaned against the wall with a heavy sigh. She was almost kidnapped. My niece was almost a fucking statistic. Alex was too young to have to worry about this kind of shit, especially in a tiny little town like Moonhollow. Back when I was a kid, the worst crime that ever happened here was some light vandalism and shoplifting—and it was usually River and I behind it. At least, until all those men disappeared from their annual trip, my bastard of a father included. Most of the bodies were found torn to shreds deep in the woods, only one was missing—Rowan Carey. Deidre’s father.

He means it as another reprimand for me failing to keep up appearances, never mind that he was the one to bring all this up here and now. I stiffen my spine and don’t look away. He nods, and after returning his fork to the table, sits back in his chair. “Fine. One of my enforcers spoke with someone who decided to find a new pack. The man reports about twenty deaths so far. I believe some came about through attempts to remove Shane. Or perhaps he just couldn’t control himself.” Suddenly my breath seems overly loud in the quiet room. Twenty—no, twenty-one people dead because I left Shane. How can that be possible?

"On the other hand, Mango felt upset. Although she wasn't clear about the relationships and hatred of the past generation, she felt sorry because of what had happened to Barack and Mckenzie. " "Then, she gently patted Mckenzie's hand and whispered, ""Everything will be fine.""" "Yeah, you're right. By the way, what about Benny Powell?" He's dead. "Mckenzie was stunned as she never expected this to happen. Then, mixed emotions flashed in her eyes before she finally became calm again." "After that, no one said anything else anymore." "Soon, the car drove into the downtown area." "There was a series of security checks along the way, and everyone in the car started to tense up again."

“My husband has been dead for two years, but he comes back every night to bother me. I’m sure that he’ll come today too.” She spoke with a low voice, as though she was mumbling to herself. Then, she showed me the photo. The moment I laid eyes on it, I felt chills running down my spine. The man in the photo was the same one that I had seen behind the split head last night! He was… this woman’s husband… And he had been dead for two years! Knock, knock, knock! Before I could ask more questions, I heard someone knocking on the door so fiercely that it dislodged the paint and plaster on the wall.

The rich always feared death more. Sebastian helped him up hastily and said, "Get up, Mr. Nichols Senior. Think back and tell me how many people were bitten by Mr. Croydon." Norman was startled. He said, "About a dozen. However, quite a few young people died after less than a day."

Callan POV We lost thirty-seven pack members during the airborne attack and 42 were injured. I stood in the hallway and watched as the deceased, who were covered by a white sheet on gurneys, were rolled down the hospital hallway towards the morgue. Medical staff lined the hallway, paying their respect to the dead. Losing one pack member was hard, losing 37 was considered a catastrophe. Solemn faces greeted mine while they bowed in submission. Archer was pacing in my head, wanting revenge for those we had lost and for those who were injured. My mind kept going back to the news about Maeve.

She cried out. Uncle Luke knelt over the boy and saw the blood flowing from underneath his head. He could see Elijah's head hit the flower pot. It was broken in half and had blood stains. He looked up at Nera in horror. He checked for a pause but could not feel one. He quickly dialed 911 as he looked at Frank, who had his hands over his head. The paramedics arrived in time, and Elijah was pronounced dead at the scene while Frank was cuffed and arrested for murder.

As his eyes search the screen, I tell him about April’s suspicions and the information I found about their deaths. Corbin’s expression falls as I recount all of the information I’ve uncovered regarding the kids’ deaths. “Eight out of twelve of those kids are dead, Cor. This means that this isn’t a coincidence. If you look at the report, you’ll see that they all reported being followed. They also all got suspicious phone calls, and their property was vandalized.”