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He took it out from his jacket and check it. "What is it?" "A message, from one of my agents..." He went silent as he read the message for a moment. Then, he scoffed before sliding back his phone inside the pocket. "He said something about ghosts and zombies in an area nearby. Are they preparing for early Halloween?" Ricky snickered. "Seriously? That house must've been very enthusiastic about Halloween this year." CLANG! The both of them froze. "...Adam, did you hear that?" Ricky turned his head towards the direction of the voice, a vehicle dumpster.

"Now, I have an announcement to make. We have received a message from the Peace Council. They want to meet with us to discuss a potential threat." The pack members fell silent, their expressions serious. "What is the threat?" one of them asked. "We do not know yet," Sophia said. "But we will find out." Sophia met with the Peace Council later that day. They told her about a group of supernatural beings called the Memory Walkers. These beings could manipulate memories, and they were attacking supernatural beings and humans alike. "The Memory Walkers are dangerous," the Peace Council leader said. "They can manipulate memories, which makes them a threat to all living beings."

I jerked off when the other military wagon behind us is currently shooting those people with a body of a dead. I wanted to scream loudly but instead, I felt the impulses of vomiting surging from my stomach. Gross to think, but I badly needed to eject and puke this out in my mouth after noticing some people walking with an enormous crater in their womb, and others are surely having a great time screwing their eyes out. Oh, fuck! "People who got saturated with the rain earlier will become like that. We called them walkers and they're already undead. Zombies, they say. And if you got bitten by them, foresee that you'll gonna be one of them in less than an hour."

"I was watching videos. Didn't hear you. Hey, what's Andrew doing here so late?" Behind him, Andrew was already sweating. "Uh... well, you know... Vincent and I haven't caught up in a while, so I stopped by. You don't mind, right?" "Of course not. You're always welcome." I grinned. My clueless act seemed to put Vincent at ease. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around me. "Did you drink the milk? It's good for sleep." Milk laced with sleeping pills. Yeah, real helpful. I sneered inside but kept up the act. "Yeah, but my stomach was off. I threw up."

“But sitting here arguing won’t help. If they’re organized, they’ll be back. And if we stay, we’re dead.” Mira straightened, stepping forward with resolve. “Luke’s right. We have to move. Maybe we can figure out why they took Bayo—or at least find somewhere safer. We can’t just sit here waiting to die.” Justin let out a long sigh, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “So, we’re chasing zombies now? Fantastic. Great plan.” “Got a better one?” Collins snapped, already gathering what few supplies he could. As they prepared to leave, a faint beeping sound cut through the tense silence. Everyone froze, their eyes darting around until they spotted the source—a walkie-talkie lying near where Akin’s

To keep aside the book and ask him, curious to know more. "And when is that time Mrs Dawson?" " It's now Mrs Fernandes. The death wolf will rise very soon. Or maybe it has already risen but we are not aware." Deadly silence follows as everyone stares at him in fear. To only make Alexandria to scoff, breaking the deadly silence. "Oh come on! Don't tell me that you believe in this werewolves and mate's thing? They are utter bullsh**" She says challenging him, to only have him scoff. It was the first emotion he displayed and oh boy, did he looked pissed .

Fred's severed head fell to the ground with a thud. (Author's Note: The term "I give you mercy" was from Z Nation. A TV show in America is mainly about zombies, and the show comes right after another TV show called Black Summer.) I screamed at what I saw because we are not used to seeing such a scene every day, right? Coco gagged and we hurried to leave when Uncle Jim told us to leave and that he would be the one to bury Fred. Cole was driving and Chito was next to him. Coco and I are behind them.

His brothers and Nevaeh approach, laughing. Kell and Carrick join in on the banter. “Hey, at least your mate doesn’t snore. I don’t know how you had sleepovers with Amara, the way she goes on.” Kell laughs while Amara gives him an affronted glare. “KELL CROSS. I. DO. NOT. SNORE!” Haley joins the laughter until Carrick puts in his two cents. “Oh, you think that’s bad. Haley forgets to shave her legs, which makes me wonder which one of us is a werewolf.”

"What's happening? What with all those people" Carly asked, peeping at the street before them. Hundreds of people were walking like zombies. Some were standing like a statue with total no movement. "I think the town is gone. Everyone is dead." Max said, looking at the people before them. They walked to the street slowly, ready for anything. It was daytime but too quiet to be safe. Miriam held her Katana while the other had different weapons. The werewolves had their claws out in case of anything. Everyone was in battle mode—Ready for anything.

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.