Zed From Zombies Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

Lucas noticed a bunch of zombies the moment he set foot in East City. The zombies frantically rushed to Lucas when they saw a human had shown up. It was as though they had caught a glimpse of the most delicious food the entire world had to offer. "Awoo, awoo!" In the blink of an eye, hundreds of zombies showed up. Lucas released Biggy, Scarlet, and White Doll from System Space. The hundreds of zombies appeared to be as weak as tiny ants before them. The zombies stumbled onto the ground one after another, and Lucas activated his mind's fusion grid and started fusing zombies.

It was a chilling display of power, a stark reminder of the depths of evil that could lurk within those entrusted with authority. The flashback dissolved as I heard a soft knock on the door, returning me to the present. I opened my eyes to find Lynn, one of our trusted team members, standing before me. Her presence pulled me away from the abyss of my memories, grounding me in the reality of our mission. "Lynn," I muttered, my voice tinged with gratitude and detachment. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. "Aaron, I've been digging into Zea's past and uncovered some unsettling information. We need to talk."

Once the fight was over, he would come back and finish them off later. *_*_*_*_* The burn of the wooden bullet buried deep within his chest brought Mason back into consciousness and panic built up within him. His body was frozen and despite his will, he couldn't move a muscle. He could hear the slow and near silent beating of Harley's heart as she laid near him, but he couldn't move to help her. Zander had used a special kind of wooden bullet, and unless he regained the ability to move, he would be powerless to fight in the war. It was the strangest feeling; being paralysed. As a vampire, the freedom to do things that would otherwise be physically impossible was euphoric, and to be restricte

Determining that the arrow was too damaged by the bone that it had shattered on its way to his heart to be of any further use, she moved away from him without a backward glance. The movement of a zombie that was felled but not killed caught her eye. She walked over to it, pulled out her knife, and drove it deep into the creature’s skull. Memories of looking into the human-like eyes of the zombies that had surrounded the tree that she’d used for safety floated through her mind as she wiped her knife clean and returned it to its holder.

But suddenly he realized he’d been missing all this time. “At least, someone will answer for my sufferings,” Livia roared, sending one last impulse through the zombie’s body that sucked the magic out of it. Zomzom closed his eyes. He’d have smiled if he’d remembered how to. However, it no longer mattered, neither did Livia’s words. Something he’d been waiting for all through these last few weeks happened. Zombert was finally free.

Who was this soul? This was none other than Tang Yazhu, the girl who had just left the Blood Dragon Palace to execute a Class Z mission a week ago. Tang Yazhu could not help but curse at the world. She just could not believe that she died! After successfully executing the mission, Tang Yazhu had gotten herself busy with celebrating the adrenaline during the mission. However, who knew that someone would ambush her and take the three vials she stole from the research facility which was installed with the same security as the pentagon.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

The good vibes didn't last. That night, the first scream since the apocalypse ripped through the complex. *** I watched the zombies go in. Three of them. I shoved the kittens under the bed and slid in after them, barely breathing. The first-floor residents were dumb enough to light candles and draw a bath. They were the first ones cracked open. One zombie looked like he'd been a beggar—filthy, matted hair, yellowed teeth. Like he hadn't eaten in years, he tore the man's stomach open with his nails and dug in.