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Aunt Olivia, on the other hand, could barely contain the grin on her face. I then said, "Mom, Dad, and Draco passed away so suddenly, so I'd like to wipe down their bodies and fix them up again to give them a more decent send-off." I covered my face and went into the kitchen under the sympathetic yet approving looks of the crowd. I looked at the water boiling rapidly in the pot and smiled, wondering how they would handle this since they were so good at playing dead.

She tapped on it, and the video began to play. At once, a series of loud static filled the air, followed by a string of loud curses from someone. "You can't blame me for being heartless toward you, Joshua Norman! Go to hell, you fucking bastard! Once you're dead, Mom and Dad will belong to me and me alone for the rest of my life!" Dad suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief as his face darkened. That was none other than Jayson's voice!

Ace: I opened my eyes again as the zombies tried to come at me once more. This time, when I pushed them back, it wasn't with much force. "What the fuck?" I complained, groaning loudly. Both zombies looked at each other before they started chuckling. "Have you guys lost your minds?" I screamed at both Cage and Rome. The two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter. "This isn't funny," I complained, showing them the bite marks. "You really thought we were zombies, didn't you?" Rome chuckled.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

one asked. “Burn the place,” the other replied grimly. “And I’ll talk to my lawyer. Just in case we’re ever ordered to retrieve Miss Hilda from that monster’s hands. I’ll have my last will ready.” “You’re overthinking again.” “Maybe,” the man muttered, kneeling beside a corpse. His eyes lingered on the strange marks burned into the victims’ necks. “But better paranoid than dead.” He rose, his silhouette framed by the flames beginning to spread across the apartment building.

The nearby hospital room door was slightly open, and a soft, melodious voice drifted out. "After all these years, you still remember I love chicken soup with eggs... "Even though I got slightly hurt in the earthquake, it's worth it to taste your homemade soup." Hearing this, I froze. As if drawn by some invisible force, I moved closer to the door. And then, I saw that familiar silhouette. Then, I heard the voice that had just professed love to me in my room: "Your love for fireworks, your fondness for chicken soup with eggs, and all your other favorites - I remember them all."

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.

“He needs to be an example. Everyone needs to understand what happens when they look at what belongs to us.” Heros watched the footage in silence, jaw tight. “Handle it. Make it loud. Make it a message.” Zedekiah was already heading for the door. “I’ll gather the men.” The basement beneath the warehouse reeked of death. Blood, piss, vomit, and raw terror thickened the air. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Jake and Philip dragged the main offender in first — the piece of shit who had recorded her. His face was already swollen and bruised, but his eyes were still intact.

"Uh-oh, I know that look." "No, I'm fine, I think the worst parts of the transition are over… There's actually more that I wanted to talk about." She assured him. "Then why do you have that look?" "What look?" "You look like someone just died or something." "Mason, that's not funny." She scolded. "It has nothing to do with what happened yesterday." "Sorry, too soon?" He raised an eyebrow. "Way too soon." "Anyway, I'm guessing that what you wanna talk about involves a certain geriatric vampire and his band of idiots?"