The Dead Zone Novel Novels & Stories

She asked, "Why is there a woman's pearl earring in your place? I found it on your bedside table. Whose is it? Should I throw it?" Samson turned toward Zone 2 and replied evenly, "No need." Cecilia suddenly chuckled. "Too late. I had someone throw it." Samson paused for a brief moment. His face showed no reaction, and he didn't say a word. He just continued walking like he didn't mind at all. Cecilia clicked her tongue. "Well, yeah. It's not worth caring about. Just a piece of trash, right?" Samson hung up, ignoring her entirely. As he left the military base, he made an international call.

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

Seven months after the zombie outbreak, we finally drove up to a safe zone's entrance. The gates swung open, and military and medical personnel were on high alert inside. If any of us were found to have been infected, we would immediately be killed. There were over 10,000 survivors in the safe zone. Emmett had already signed up to join the defense squad and would work with the military to protect the safe zone. Meanwhile, I went to the head of the military and showed him the records of my purchases prior to the zombie outbreak. I said, "I've been reborn. In my past life, I died three years after the zombie outbreak.

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

The atmosphere smells of rotten things, which makes me think that my body was thrown into the ground that Ryan dug for those that were killed in the arena ground. Blinking my eyes twice, I managed to make them adjust to my background, and my guess was right. I was on deep ground. The dead bodies of soldiers and other people filled the whole place, which was producing a foul smell. Gathering all my strength, I managed to drag my body up, and the desire to taste water increased in my body, as my throat felt drier. That is when I remember that I can control all the elements, and a smirk crept into my lips at the thought of that.

The Dead Zone sanctuary had never felt more like a tomb. The air was still thick with the scent of ozone and the bitter tang of the EMP’s aftermath, but the violent storm of data had vanished. In its place was a silence so heavy it made Alexander’s ears ring. He held Elena against his chest, his hands trembling as he felt the fragile rise and fall of her breathing. She was alive. She was human. But as she looked up at him, the brown of her eyes was as cold and empty as the stone walls around them.

BOOK#1 AUTHOR’S POV At 10:17 a.m., Claire Bennett was supposed to be dead. She just didn't know it yet. Three minutes later, the first scream would tear through Mirae High School. Blood would stain the classroom floors, students would claw at locked doors, and the dead would rise among the living. But right now, Claire was sitting on her sofa with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, watching her favorite zombie movie for the third time that month.

"A dead hand meltdown." "An environmental dead zone stretching from the English Channel to the Baltic Sea," Thorne corrected, his thumb pressing lightly against the detonator’s rubberized lip. "A toxic, irradiated barrier that will choke Western Europe’s trade routes for a century. If humanity refuses the order of the Sovereign, it will harvest the ashes of its autonomy."

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an