Zed After Novels & Stories

Zade, though, takes care of thousands of people. His job, his vocation, the mission statement of his entire life is to figure out what the Weres in his territory need. It’s not so far-fetched that he could take on one more person. Even if I might just be the most burdensome yet. “Are we ever going back to the cabin where I was staying?” “No. It’s hours away.” He scowls. “Why? Want to bring flowers to Bob’s grave?” “First of all, you left Bob’s corpse in the very place where it dropped. He’s probably been eaten by the beavers.”

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.

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?”

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.

"This morning, he jumped from the Haddon Building trying to end his life. The doctors tried their best, but he didn't make it. I need your family to come to the station. We need to talk about some things..." Zara's hand shook, and her pen skidded across the paper, leaving a long streak. Her happy mood vanished, leaving her feeling empty. For a long while, she could not hear anything else in the world.

"Because she's my friend and I want to invite her to the wedding." "I don't like her," he said with a frown and I sighed. Zale had been so upset after my overdose and finding out that Hadassah snuck in the cocaine for me to use that he fired her. Well, at least that’s what he tells me but Zale is the Don and I’m pretty sure he didn’t just fire her. Even though I really pray that he didn’t hurt her and just let her go because I’d hate to be the reason that someone else got hurt.