Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

Knowing that nothing can be done to make you feel complete again. 12,569. The total number of lives taken over the past five years. Nearly seven deaths a day for the past five years. That's nearly the equivalent of two families a day. While our pack may be large, with over one hundred thousand members, I can't help but feel the pain of all those we lost.

“We offer our deepest condolences to the family and friends of Alexander Smith, Cassandra Monterro, and Armando McDenver.” A series of gasps and cries echoed across the hall. I froze on my spot, my blood turning cold. McDenver died...? I know Alexander and Cassandra— they’re vendors at the Emporium. They were the ones nearest to the entrance, and they must have been caught by the explosion. I remembered from Cassius that they died in an attack, but McDenver wasn’t one of them. McDenver died peacefully. He never woke up one day. He didn’t die in an attack, and most certainly not this early.

Maybe I’ll call him later to see how he is, she thought, as the nurse prepared to jab her with a tetanus shot. The needle sunk into her skin and Rebecca winced. “There you go. Nothing to worry about, young lady,” said the elderly nurse. “Thank you,” Rebecca said as the nurse proceeded to put a plaster on her arm. Above them, the news played on a flatscreen TV, highlighting the recent deaths at the Silverman Tower. Rebecca looked up and listened in earnest. As of this morning, the body count totalled three. “Tsk, tsk. Horrible isn’t it?” the nurse chirped, joining Rebecca in watching the news.

However, the one who holds the authority makes it possible to excuse such predicament as nothing but suicide, disgracing not only the victim’s death but also what little dignity their family has left. The Howlers (the teams that managed the site) uncovered six deaths that proved such claims. Since the beginning of May, when three deaths are reported in the same neighborhood, the Howlers have been given a new mission of investigating what causes such an unprecedented situation, and they’ve found one commonality. The victims have bite marks on their necks.

Mary’s Church — 1 AM* Police tape. Ambulances. News vans. We parked 3 blocks out. Kieran, me, Darius, 10 warriors. Human clothes. Human faces. Rylan was asleep. Finally. Blue eyes. _Hiding_. “Gregor has the perimeter,” Darius whispered. “Cops think it’s carbon monoxide. Mass casualty. 23 dead.” “All kneeling?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Cleveland. Like they _chose_ it.” Kieran’s jaw ticked. “Where’s the girl?”

I smiled even with a heavy heart. *** “Are you sure this is the place?” I asked Amelia who had the address and the picture on her phone as I looked at the property from the window of the SUV. “Yes. This is the one. 135th Homer.” “Dane, did you get the body count?” I waited for him to reply to our comm. “Yes. At least six heads in the living. Two in one of the rooms in the south. Two men at the back. Two in the front, one in the kitchen.”

"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."

Today was one of those days. Grating his jaws, Sheriff McKenna adjusted in his seat. “We all know what happened that night.” Morales rolled his eyes, but said nothing. “When we arrived here, the victim was dead already. Same manner of death as the previous two incidents. There's not a lot to go over.” He dragged out a sigh. “Perhaps if we'd gotten here earlier, we'd have been in time to stop whatever the kids…” The rest of his words trailed as his thoughts ground to a halt. Like a missing puzzle piece, a single detail from the night of the murder stood out to the Sheriff. How the hell had he not noticed it earlier?

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.

Harlan continued. In that moment no one spoke. He removed his glasses and continued. ”Five people died.” My eyes went back to Meghan again. She was already in shock the moment she heard the mention of death. She froze, her hand still wrapped around the strap of her bag. “Fi…fiv…five people?” she finally spoke. Harlan gave a firm nod to her question. Meghan stared at him for a second; she tried to say something, but she swallowed her words before they could leave her mouth.