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Marcus asked. Jasper shook his head and said, “With every full moon, I feel the zombie effects just a little bit more. I’ve managed to subdue them until recently. I’m craving raw flesh. Human would be ideal, but I’ve focused on animals. I came very close to eating a dog yesterday. I need to get things back under control. I took my blood to study so that I can work on it again.” Marcus’ face went white and his body stiffened as he choked out, “You crave human flesh?”

“ One of the guys pushed him and Jese staggered backwards. The past few days had been pretty bad. Meaning- he’d spent them drinking and picking up fights with random strangers in bars. One of the guys grabbed a beer bottle, hit it on the nearest table and the glass broke. He was still holding the glass by the neck when he turned the sharp edges towards Jesse. “Hey, you! Come back here!” “Shit. “ Jesse groaned realizing he was surrounded by three men. There was no way out. Unless. His eyes flashed in bright golden colour and the men paused. “What the hell?” One of the men exclaimed and Jesse's smile revealed a set of sharp fangs. He felt them grow bigger as the edge of his upper fang pierced

Chapter 1 My face pressed against the damp, muddy earth, my fingers plunging deep into the mire, I found myself in a desperate situation. The monster who had my leg in his grip possessed strength far above my desire to flee. Despite my sadness, a spark of resolve burned within me, prompting me to resist. I managed to flip onto my back by twisting my body with all my power, taking advantage of the chance to toss handfuls of muck at his face, temporarily disorienting him.

"Miss Zara — I have something huge on this Yuyu person we've been tracking. It's huge — really huge." I let the silence hang. "I don't care," I whispered, hanging up. Some battles you just have to fight alone. Some nightmares… you can't outrun. Chapter 102 Zara's POV I heard the quiet sound of a door opening — soft, deliberate — and it snapped me out of my vicious cycle. 3:00 AM. My heart jumped up into my throat. "Mom?" Silence. The door groaned open and in walked a dark shadow, wide shoulders, filling my doorway like some kind of dream-creature.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ZOEY I had a nightmare. It felt more like a memory than a dream. I was running barefoot down a dark hallway filled with fog. My chest burned with fear. I didn’t know what I was running from, only that it was behind me, silent and close. I kept going, searching for something, anything. Then I saw a door. It was mine. I grabbed the handle, desperate to get inside. But before I could open it, I heard a voice behind me. A whisper, cold and sharp.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know you weren't from Ark One. Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Mason Robbins, the Level Two manager. Let's be friends. When this is over, I'll buy you all a meal." At that moment, the main door to Mason's room behind them opened. It was the woman he had been with. After getting dressed, she got up and went straight to the door to see what was happening outside. "Close it!" Hayley shouted the instant she saw the woman. Too late. She pressed the handle down, and the moment the lock disengaged, a massive force slammed in from outside. "Raarh!" A zombie lunged in, pinning the woman to the ground and biting straight into her nose.

I quickly picked up the dish towel by the kitchen sink, dried my hands and happily skipped into the livingroom to open the door. "coming Mala", I turned the keys and yanked the front door open to find Zarvier standing Infront of me with an eerie smile, I gapsed, tried to close the door but he pushed at it, terrified I ran back inside the apartment and he followed suit. I tried to scream but I couldn't hear myself, Zarvier came up behind me and grabbed my neck trying to choke me; I began to choke , life ebbing away until suddenly I could see a bright light, then total stillness.

Zara’s eyes snapped open in the dim motel room. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed 5:40 a.m. Her body felt heavy, her head still fuzzy from the long night and the alcohol. Riley was snoring beside her, one arm thrown over the pillow. Zara sat up, careful not to wake her friend. The memory of what she and Riley had seen through the wall hit her again, Mr. Ramirez and his friend taking turns with Ms. Elena Voss, the moans, the sight of his thick, veiny cock. She pushed the thought away and slipped out of bed.

The silence that followed the death of the first monster was not peaceful. It was pregnant and heavy, the kind of stillness that precedes a flash flood or an ambush. Mwajuma stood over the broken, eight-foot corpse of the humanoid beast, her broad chest heaving as she pulled the thick, humid air into her lungs. The air in the Nation of Mizizi tasted wrong—it was cloying, sweet with the scent of massive, blooming parasitic flowers, yet underpinned by the sharp, metallic tang of decay. She looked down at her right hand. The stone gauntlet she had conjured had crumbled away, leaving her knuckles scraped and smeared with the creature’s dark, almost black blood.

Chapter 45 Author: The Mind Surgeon The world didn't just slow down; it shattered into terrifying, jagged fragments. The cacophony of the boardroom the FBI agents screaming commands, the heavy thud of Victor Vance being tackled to the carpet, the hysterical sobbing of Chloe faded into a dull, underwater hum. For Zara, there was only the man bleeding out on her lap. "Marcus!" Zara screamed, her vocal cords tearing. "Help him! Please!"