Zombie Addison Novels & Stories

He was crying but finally looking at her. "What happened Damien?" He didnt say anything but he cried more. Silently. She didn't even think he was breathing. It was as if he was trying to hold his breath to hold in his tears. "Oh you found- what the fuck?" Jonathan gasped in shock. Ashleigh looked at Jonathan, "Please, make all this disappear?" "Sure." Ashleigh watched Damien stare at the floor as Jonathan got rid of the pills and the blade and all of their companions. When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke.

When Angela closed her eyes and nodded, he turned to me and whispered, “Maybe you should change the focus of your research, doc.” “Even if I did, I don’t know if I could possibly find a cure within a month,” I breathed. “I’ve got a feeling that Elijah won’t be the only one coming for treatment before this is through,” Max said with urgency. I thought aloud. “I still have an immunity to zombism in my system. I have no such thing for werewolfism.” “What makes you immune to zombism?” Max asked with wrinkled brow. “A low dose of vampirism,” I confessed.

"To avoid them, I need to prevent them from detecting my body heat. The best way to do this would be to stop my body from dissipating heat. This would be a lot easier if I had my protective clothing. Such a pity.” Adrian shook his head. He had figured out everything about this place. Fortunately, the zombie guards were not very densely packed throughout the city. It was simple to avoid them as long as he stayed clear of them. These zombies had worms from the Isle 416 meteorites on them. Gloria may have ended up like them if Nicholas had not cured her. Adrian tried not to dwell on this fact for too long and continued on his journey. There were no signs of outlander activity in the city. They

Victor watches horrified, not understanding what it is he's seeing. He hears a female's voice, his eyes finally land on Addison who's storming forward while chanting. Her arms are out as the shadow figures leave her body one by one. They quickly consume his men, going for the men that were on top of Reid first, moments ago. Reid looks around, as he scrambles backwards away from the shadow figures. Even though they're coming from Addison, that was still too close for his likings. Addison continues chanting, the shadows quickly consuming Victor's men. Their screams and cries turn gurgly before dying out then leaving behind their gray dead bodies.

"There's no need to be so heartless. After all, this is his place." Victoria snuggled into his arms, smiling sweetly. "Adrian is just a dog I kept around. It's no big deal if he dies." Tristan's men grabbed me and shoved me out the door. I was overwhelmed by a wave of zombies almost instantly. The zombies tore into every inch of my body. The agony was unbearable, and I blacked out within seconds.

That man failed his test, and he made sure that the woman he currently adores saw it. Adam didn’t fail. He stole the girl’s cellphone so that there would be no communication between the two of them. Now, Yza belongs to him. No one else can get close to her or touch her, even if he has to kill to ensure that. He will never allow anyone to steal from him again, like what happened when his mother was taken from them, so he and Jamie grew up without a mother and father. No one loves them but their aunt and uncle.

Right as I was finishing up, Gabby, Lizzy, and a pre-shifted male wolf came running in. “Tristan where is she! Is she okay?” Lizzy yelled in a panic. Both girls were crying, and the guy looked deeply concerned. Tristan looks up and his eyes seem far away. He just lost his dad just over a week ago, I don’t know if he will make if he loses Addy too. “I don’t know, the doctors just took her back. She wasn’t conscious when we got there.” I heard the girls both gasp and start sobbing. My mom walked over and grabbed Gabby, while the male wolf was holding Lizzy in his arms.

My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress. The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery. In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake. Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood." The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

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.

With a zip, the line extended just one foot and sent Garrett's head dipping straight down, right into a zombie's waiting jaws. A zombie opened his bloody mouth wide and aimed a bite at Garrett's balding head. Just as its teeth were about to sink into the scalp, I hit the "raise" button, and Garrett shot up toward the second floor like a spring. The zombie's teeth snapped on thin air with a loud clack, and it let out an angry, frustrated howl. "Wow! That was close! You almost had your head popped!"