Novel & Cerita The Red Death Osmosis Jones

It only fixed its eyes on the zombies after hearing Lucas’ comment. Everything seemed fine until it saw the zombies. They made the Humanoid Spider so horrified that it started to shout. "This…" The Humanoid Spider had only focused its attention on Lucas despite knowing there were five zombies beside Lucas. Without a doubt, it had not noticed the color of their eyes. Upon closer inspection, it noticed that out of the five Rank 7 Zombies, four of them had red eyes while one of them had silver eyes. In other words, out of the five zombies standing beside Lucas, four of them were Rank 7 Zombies while one of them was a Rank 6 Zombie.

I turned to Marcus and saw he had already transformed too. A faint voice calling on me was the only thing I heard other than Marcus's words that were playing in my head, repeatedly. I ignored them. He lunged at me but I dodged to my left hand and spun to face him. I was aiming for my attack when a strong scent hit my nose. I looked up at the stairs and Jasmine was not, in fact, going to sleep anytime soon. No, she was standing on the staircase, eyes glowing in bright red, claws and fangs out and about to kill

Jones’ twitching corpse flopped to the floor. Muddied thoughts swirled in his head. He needed to run. Think. Plan. Find help. Get to . . . Shelly . . . before he killed her. First, the body. Jones, the . . . meat. He needed to . . . needed to . . . He fell upon Jones, the scent of blood and meat consuming him. Pressure throbbed behind his face. His stomach surged briefly, as if he was about to vomit everything back up, then it settled and throbbed with hunger pains he’d never known.

As her blood streamed into the air, Rose thrust out her palm. A pitch black-skinned zombie with a white bone exoskeleton launched out of the wave, careening for the sparkling red liquid. The pitch-black zombie jumping across the air stood out in the dull desert tone, making it look scary. The zombie commander sprang into the air, causing sand to shoot forth as it opened its mouth wide, attempting not to miss even a drop of Rose's blood. If he wasn't a monster, he'd be one of the most heinous perverts with a blood fetish.

I rubbed my sweaty palms together, inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to steady my heartbeat. You can do this, Seline. You’ve trained years for this night. Get it right. Jax pulled out a shimmering red dress from the battered wooden closet and pressed it lightly against my bosom. “You can never get it wrong with red. Such a beautiful color. Like blood.” He smirked, his pointed fangs shooting out a bit. I nodded in agreement, even though I disagreed. I saw nothing special about the color red and it reminded me of that night I sat on the floor of my dusty Packhouse, surrounded by the crimson pool of my dead family.

All my seven years I've only been accustomed to dark colors and of course the crimson color that flows from the body but seeing the pink color seemed to have had an effect on my retina. I laid her on the soft bed and peeled the shoes of her feet before pulling the covers up her body and immediately she snuggled into her pillows. "I'll show you to your room" I was lost in my head while looking at the peaceful gem that I totally forgot about his presence. I tilted my head to find him standing at the door with his arms tucked in his pockets and no definite emotion playing on his face. Does he suffer from an emotional deficiency syndrome that causes his mood to shift in a short span of time?

I took a deep breath. It smelled like metal and blood and death. The red tint that was threatening the edges of my vision had fully taken over. Everything was a rose tinted masterpiece. Around me were bodies of my carnage. They dropped like flies in the path of flamethrower. It felt so good. All of them were dead. The threat was over. Looking up from the massacre, I saw a few wolves starting to make their way out of the buildings.

With hazy eyes and a dizzy head, he approached the door. “Who’s there?” he bellowed, unaware of the tragedy about to befall him. “A friend,” came the whisper-like response from outside. “Is that so?” asked Jones while reaching for the pickaxe he kept near the door in case there were some trouble coming his way. And trouble always did come because corpse-stealing was a thing then. “Yes. Open up, and you’ll see.” Jones opened the door carefully and his eyes widened at what he saw. A pale and drawn face staring at him in the moonlight, dressed in a wispy little nightdress that exposed almost all of her. She looked nothing like he had ever seen before.

she said finally. “That is not what I am asking, Briony.” I said, my voice sharp and clear. “Our Alpha collapsed and died ten minutes ago.” “Ten minutes ago?” My stomach churned. “Why the sudden death.” One of the healers said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We thought it was first a coma. But then….the markings started to surface on his skin.” Markings. I moved closer, reducing the distance between us, my pulse throbbing in my ears. And there, creeping in Alpha Chris's arms were the same strange magic markings we had always encountered.

Heading back to the stranger’s town was not an option since it was miles away and I would barely even reach a mile in my state. “Is this how I’m going to die?” I asked myself as I slowly closed my eyes, waiting for death to take me away. Water suddenly trickled down my face, bringing me back to the land of the living. The sight of the stranger right before me made me shiver as I hurriedly stepped back, hitting my head on a branch halfway through. “Do you need water by chance?” He shook the water bottle in his hands, which was filled with water. “No, I don’t need your help. I’m not weak,” I resisted, even though my body needed it.