Nurse Highschool Of The Dead Novels & Stories

But every lead seemed to end in a dead-end. I closed the food flask, stood up, and decided to ask around about the Night City Pack. I walked to the counter slowly, scanning the room for someone who might know. That's when I saw the nurse, and decided to meet her first. "Excuse me, nurse," I said, approaching her. "Can you tell me where the Night City Pack is based?" The nurse looked up. "You mean the werewolf pack? I don't know much, but I've heard they're a powerful pack. Why are you looking for them? Are you one of them?"

It's all legal and doesn't look like a scam. "Le--Leonard Connor?" The nurse's voice suddenly choked. How could he not know Leonard Connor? His ancestors in the afterlife must be waiting to meet him in the near future. "I--I'm sorry, sir... this way, please," she said suddenly kindly. Her other co-workers looked at each other. They refused to get involved with the very famous god of death. "It seems that her death is near," said one of the senior nurses who just looked at her junior with a pity look.

She let out an exasperated sigh and muttered to herself, "These people never listen to the nurse." With a mix of pain and fear, Rithanya carefully lowered herself into the wheelchair. The nurse, showing no signs of empathy, pushed her through the chaotic hallway towards the examination room. Rithanya's unease grew with each passing moment. She felt paranoid, as if she were navigating a nightmare. Along the hallway, she spotted sick patients lying on the floor, adding to her sense of dread. It appeared that many of them had suffered severe burns, likely in a fire accident. The sight was enough to make Rithanya's stomach churn, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. As her anxiety peaked

The crows came, agonizing wails wrung out and it ended with another decapitated corpse. Pod three was next. One of the high school kids. Same pattern. Same death. I was numbed at this point. I just wanted this nightmare to be over. By the next minute, six other pods had gone out. “Pod sixteen, passed.” “Pod five, passed” “Pod twenty-two, passed. The voice announced. The three other players had their share of the gory death. “Pod nineteen, step forward” My head snapped to Lucan who was already moving out to the raffle. Subconsciously I gripped my necklace and twisted my finger around it like it’d give me some form of comfort.

"I'd like her to come with me." "Alright," the nurse nodded, and they resumed their walk, the rubber soles of her tennis shoes squeaking on the shiny linoleum floors. The long, narrow, silently eerie hallway reminded Holly of a scene from a zombie movie; she half-expected a hoard of brainless, ghoulish nurses dressed in bloody scrubs to burst through one of the closed doors and mindlessly chase after them— "I've never met a real-life ballerina before," said the nurse, drawing Holly out of her macabre thoughts. "So, is it true that they starve you guys to death and work you like dogs?"

The Midnight Club erupted in a puddle of yeahs and that’s-the-spirits. Little do they know that they are in for a little treat. Little are they aware that what’s next to come will be the price of dawn. One of them must die. Tonight. — IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A painfully ordinary month of August, on a Tuesday that looked like any other school day, all of Van Duke Public High School shuddered to the news of another death. Grief, fear, and remorse enveloped the campus. Terrifying rumors and gossips spread around the halls of Van Dyke faster than wildfire—most of them grounded from paranoia, none of them grounded from the truth.

I rest my head on my head and pretend that I can't hear what they're talking about. "Mhmm, she's got to be brain dead by now, someone doesn't come back from that. Especially someone like her. I wouldn't wanna come back to a life like that." My nurse whispers. Fuck these bitches, whoever the hell trained them sure as hell didn't know what they were doing.

He died without me knowing the reason why he hurt Nate physically. Nathan’s POV When I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying in the abandoned classroom of my former school. I always punched Nate here when we were young. I do not know why I am here. All I know is I am dead. I stood up and was about to leave, but I stopped after a man wearing a mask entered the room. He was pulling Nate into the room. “Please stop!” He begged him. “Never!” The man angrily said to Nate. Then, he repeatedly punched him.

SENIORS. Our last year in high school. Everything definitely went into a flash. I never thought that I will nearly survive the most difficult, yet most memorable part of my life. It’s just Scott and me now, though I could still never forget the way how Nathan treated me as his bestfriend before.

" she said as she opened the letter and read the first line when she saw the name in it. She gaspednout of shock as her hands trembled... It cant be. He is dead. He can't be the one. She barely got to her bed before she felt dizzy and was out like a light. Ten Years Ago. (Old Draven Park) High School Note: There will be flashes of the past where the characters are in their teenage years before everything changed. It will also be in first POV to distinguish it from the present time. Back to the Story. Aluma POV