The Living Dead Novel Novels & Stories

Steeling ourselves against the overpowering scent of blood, Lee, DJay and I slowly walked through the hallway. Blood and gore lined the walls and every now and then the flashlight would catch against a bloodied handprint on the walls. I couldn't sense anything living on this floor, which was of some small comfort. That was until I realised what that actually meant. People had died here. "Being as new to all this as I am," I said rather quietly to the two walking with me, "how likely is it that the dead are going to get back up and want to eat us?"

"Sorry, we forgot to mention it. The doctor said that a man's body can still respond for up to three hours after death. Don't worry. It should go back to normal in about half an hour. Once you two are finished here, we'll announce the union of our families!" I nodded shakily and watched them leave, regret already creeping in. "You bastard. Even dead, you're still messing with me! I should've just drawn lots and married Felix. At least I could've been happy for three years!" Everyone was still outside waiting for me to finish, so I sped up. I stripped off Raphael's clothes, kept my eyes shut, and got it done fast. Maybe it was my nerves, but something felt even stranger. His skin had been cha

There seemed to be some things she wasn’t sure about, but from her findings, I could draw a few simple truths. First, the “living dead” were still dead. Despite their reanimation, they had no heartbeat, and their blood didn’t flow. Second, they were inclined to attack living people. It was as if they were possessed by evil spirits and were fueled by a desire to kill. As I considered everything I’d just read, I carefully rose from my chair, and without a word, walked past Jasper and into my lab. I retrieved my record and scanned through my notes. After a minute, I found a few comments I’d made about the poison.

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After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the streets washed in silver. From the window of the small apartment she shared with Audrey, Eva Meadows could still hear the soft hum of the city — the occasional car, the faint laughter from somewhere below, and the rhythmic drip of water from the roof’s edge. She leaned back on the couch, her scrubs replaced with an oversized nighty gown and cotton shorts. The warmth of the room did little to ease the weight in her body; her limbs felt heavy.

It seems their house was the last one left to kill and her blood boiled at the realization that the old people of the town has been murdered. “Well, it seems I finally got my answer,” Kyle said with an evil smile and his eyes fell to the side to see the others whose eyes were filled with horror when they saw the body lying on the floor. Kyle continued, “So after many years, the Blackburn finally resurfaced, but with something interesting. Is it true that one among you is going to bring an end to us? To our immortality?” he questioned.

"God, you're annoying, do you actually know that?" "I can only return this compliment." I turned on my heel and walked back to the car. Let him clean up this mess on his own. °°° What a fool, what was he looking at that stupid beast all the time? It was dead and that was the only thing that mattered. What a riot over a prole. Only a dead offspring was a good offspring, regardless of whether the type was known or not. The Venator experts were still able to examine a carcass and at least there was no danger of being eaten. As is well known, dead descendants had not yet eaten anyone.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.