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Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

The rest collectively looked towards Huomei, waiting for her to elucidate. "We went to L city for my birthday party. On the return trip, she said she wanted to write an apocalypse novel. The events that happened now are far too in line with the novel she wanted to write." Huomei answered. Minzhu continued from there on. "First, the people fall asleep, some wake up as zombies. All the rest who wake up have powers of some kind, even the ones who feel like they are ordinary people. Only, for some, it's strong powers like controlling fire, for others, it's really ordinary powers like being able to repair bikes faster, or sew faster."

Activating his Mind's Eye, Lucas surveyed the surroundings meticulously and realized that the number of zombies in the abandoned city was on another level. Lucas thought that perhaps all the zombies within the inner grounds of the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks were gathered in the abandoned city. 'Since there are so many zombies here, perhaps I should upgrade the Apocalyptic Legion to Rank 9.' Rank 9 Zombies were not that impressive in the apocalyptic world as Lucas knew after Rank 9 Zombies, there were Rank 10 Zombies. Not to mention, beyond that, there were zombies in their perfect state, perfect zombies. Ever since he had come from the parallel world, he had only visited two small-sc

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

Where we differed was with our opinion of which virus took priority. Peter was determined to return to Africa and find a cure for vampirism, while I felt that zombism was a far more important virus to attack first. I believed in it so much so that I’d spent the entire night pouring through websites about Haitian Voodoo and zombie-creating technologies and doing my best to filter out the “ridiculous and bazaar” from the “makes sense” information. Since I had patients that morning, I decided to refresh myself with a little morning glory and then go to bed early that night to compensate for the first all-nighter that I’d pulled since college.

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.

Meanwhile, the zombies had already begun swarming up from below. The Soldatos immediately fired their submachine guns continuously, putting so many bullet holes in the attacking zombies they might as well have been sieves. Papa's back was broad and reliable in this apocalyptic world. I feared nothing as long as he was there beside me. When we finally rushed out of the apartment building, I realized that the scene outside was far more horrific than I had ever imagined. The streets were littered with burning vehicles and mangled corpses missing a limb or two, and zombies swarmed the streets in hordes.

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.