Zed After Novels & Stories

2 Years Later. Things passed in a blink of an eye, all of them were on their distinguished path, learning how to become strong to ensure they won’t lose to anyone again. Zadicus had changed completely, the man of constant smile and felicity died somewhere along the way. Nothing but an assertiveness remained on his soul only. “Daphne, Tristan. Stay here. I have something important to do.” Zadicus’ stone-cold tone came. Tristan was perplexed, they both exchanged nervous glances but nodded eventually.

A hope. Until, one night, Zed didn't even bother preparing the bed. He just sat, lights off, untouched whiskey in hand. He was done searching. Or so he thought.

Zade warned and he chuckled. “Good luck.”

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

Only endless cold rain and a lonely gravestone. Victoria sat once again in the wheelchair she had thrown into storage seven years ago. In just a few days, she had withered into a shell. Her eye sockets were sunken, and her bloodshot eyes carried a frightening, gloomy obsession. Like a walking corpse, she stayed in front of the gravestone and let the rain soak her whole body. Her fingers dug hard into the three words "Julian Hayes" on the stone, not even noticing when blood seeped from beneath her nails.

Santiago nodded in approval and they headed for the stairs and stood back against the wall, then a click was heard and light illuminated the area but their position was still shrouded in darkness. They listened closely till they heard footsteps retreat and Chez peeped to be sure she was gone. When the coast was clear, he motioned for Santiago to follow his footsteps and he did. Swiftly they got into the room but as Santiago was heading for the window, Chez seemed a little distracted. " Dude, in case you've forgotten, we've got a five minute timer against us" he reminded his partner. " I know, I'm only contemplating how much of a devil I am if this little angel dies" Chez says with a hint of

However, in this way, Zangwei became the bait. The first nervous night quickly passed. Nothing happened. However, after a night of fermentation, the Internet became noisier. Zangwei had not slept the whole night and was waiting for the Death Inquisitor. At that moment, sleepiness welled up in him. His eyelids blinked and sank slightly. He felt a little sore. “F*ck! D*mn it! You actually made me wait all night for nothing,” Zangwei cursed. Then, he turned on his phone and received a lot of push notifications on it. Almost all of them were about the Death Inquisitor.

The urges were dimmed because of the command and a yawn left my lips. Before I slept, I heard Zadyre let out a shaky sigh. “Something’s wrong… does this ever end?”

Ever since I had caught Marcel and Elodie kissing in the parking lot, I had been tormented since that day. I had sleepless nights. I was thinking that Mae was going to wreak havoc with that video but that stupid girl embarrassed herself further at her Q&A session. However, all of that didn't matter right now. What mattered was the fact that Zade was sitting before me right now as we both clinked glasses. When Susan told me that he had approached her because he wanted them to launch the ZASAN brand, I counted her words as mere bluffing. But with the way things were going, it didn't seem like that anymore because just like he did with Susan, Zade approached me with a mouth-watering offer for o

His voice was curt, almost sounding sad. I paused, my eyes lingering on the ring. My heart was pounding and I was trying to come up with the best answer to give. Finally, after a few minutes passed, I replied. “Yes.” My voice was barely above a whisper. Zeke’s expression turned sorrowful and he slowly nodded. “Then this is goodbye,” he said with a sad smile. I barely got a chance to give him a reply or thank him for all he had done when his body started to dissipate, the dark smoke filling the room once again.