The Red Death Osmosis Jones Mga Nobela at Kwento

He shouts, hand flying to the holster of his gun and pulling out the weapon lodged there. Red immediately lifts his hands in the air, his face blanching in fright. His hands try to steady the pistol but to his dismay, they can't stop shaking. "You bastard. " He mutters when he remembers that he also drank the coffee. "You-your gonna.." he tries to say as his hand goes slack, the gun falling from his limp sweaty fingers before his eyes swim and he loses consciousness. Red watches as Jones's eyes roll into the back of his head and he crumples to the floor, his body still twitching as well as toxins flood his system.

Then watch in fascination as the water slowly turns red until I lose consciousness. *******************************************

The glass crashed to the floor, shattering with a sharp, echoing crack that silenced the nearby conversations. "Oh no, Isabella! Why are you so clumsy!," Amelia groused, her smile vanishing. Marco, however, didn't say a word. He just frowned and stepped forward to grab Isabella's hand, his fingers carefully checking for cuts. Isabella stayed silent, her lips pressed into a tight line. If she hadn't heard what they were planning, if she didn't know the wine was drugged, she might have believed his concern. But now, she knew it was all a performance.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"Oh, hey. You guys are here." Oscar tugged at the corner of his mouth. The torn cheek muscle split wider, and bright red blood poured out in heavy drops. It ran down his face, smeared across his lips, and soaked his teeth, turning everything a vivid red in seconds. "I killed her. She was a zombie! She turned into a zombie… I killed a zombie… I killed her!" As Oscar spoke, he broke down crying.

ᯓ★ As she opened her office door, thick dust suddenly fell, making Ginger cough. “What the —?” She stepped further and switched the lights open. When her office was filled with light, her eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape. She was stunned because her office didn’t feel like an office at all. With the cobwebs on the ceiling, a dusty table, and tile floors that are cracked. It felt like she was in a small warehouse. Under the office table, she noticed and smelled a pile of trash, making her pinch her nose just so she wouldn’t smell it.

"I wouldn't want you to see what I just saw." Jones plastered a grim smile on his face at her, then he went upstairs. Following her advice, he gave a small knock before pushing the door open. The room smelt like sex and the sheets were ruffled. On the bed, two big-breasted redheads lay there tired. Their body glistened with sweat. "Ohhh," one of them said, "You are bringing the spice." She said, coming towards Jones and reaching for his belt. He slapped her hand away. "Where is he?"

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

Chapter 41. *.* Freddy moved closer to the cage and examined what he saw closely. "Hmm," he said and stretched his hand into the cage, he touched the blood and took his hand out of the cage. He took it to his nose and sniffed. He tasted it and smiled. "When do zombies start having red blood?" He smiled as he felt triumphant already. "And this blood is delicious" he started nodding as he gave the cage a very long stare.

I paused before continuing, "You acted the same way in our past life. You had me wrapped around your finger with your honeyed words, even though you were telling everyone else that you were going to protect Riley. You swindled me out of all my resources and locked me in a warehouse to await death." Panic flickered in Frank's eyes as he seemed to recall a vague memory. However, the system didn't give him the time that he needed to sift through his hazy memories. His body disappeared in the next second. "Frank Gideon has died. His teleportation skill can be claimed." Riley and I didn't move an inch. After all, Frank's skill was utterly useless to us. … On the seventh day, the system deployed a