Novelas y relatos de Miraculous Ladybug Zombizou

Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.

As I sat in the dimly lit room, still reeling from Lynn's shocking revelations, a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through my veins. Zea, the woman I had come to love and trust, was now at the centre of a dark and dangerous secret. Lynn's words echoed in my mind, urging me to take action, to confront the unthinkable truth that Zea may be part of a group planning to assassinate the president.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

“Do you think that Jules is a zombie? Was there any possible exposure to a bite?” “Not that I saw, unless there was something in the bullet…” Fatima gestured helplessly. “You’d have to speak to Samuel however, he was there.” “Samuel,” Sigrid nodded slowly. “Because I asked him to go and check on the rescues from the island. Perhaps Jules was contaminated there by the zombie virus.” “Vampire blood cures the zombie virus,” Meguitte pointed out. “Even were Jules afflicted with it, Harry would have given enough blood in their mating ceremony that it would have cured him.”

I answered through the mind-link, “It’s about what I told you this morning. The stinging creatures.” “What about them?” “You have… powers, Priscilla. Something hidden. You can either heal them—or kill them. You did it with Henry, remember? I found a rogue this morning. Bitten—but not turned. Not fully. He’s still in his right mind. But not for long. He has a pregnant mate—she’s due in days. He begged for help. I don’t know how to save him… but you might.” “I don’t know how to heal anyone, Gabriel,” she shot back, her thoughts laced with panic and confusion. “You said I attract them. You said they’re dangerous… and now you’re just offering me to one?”

Rotting hands began reaching in to grab their ankles and legs, slowly dragging the pair, who were still biting and clawing at each other, toward the edge of the balcony. “No! Help! Xavier, save me!” I simply stood there, watching her with a blank expression. The next second, the two of them tumbled over the edge together. Their screams were instantly swallowed by the howling horde below. After those two pieces of good-for-nothings were dealt with, I didn’t feel much relief, because the surveillance monitor showed that Ruth was in very bad shape. Three S-class zombies had surrounded her. Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her.

Lia shrieked, startled. [Warning! 'Sucrose Zombie' has high physical defense due to dense sugar structure! Blunt weapons are ineffective!] "Rubbery?!" Bima’s eyes widened. Another new danger. "We have to use the flare gun!" Bima shouted, aiming it at the horde. Riska nodded quickly. "Bima, aim for their mouths! Maybe their weakness is inside!" Bima pulled the trigger. WHOOSH! The flare shot out, exploding right in the middle of the Sucrose Zombie horde. The blinding white light and the blast caused several zombies to stagger and growl in pain.