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Brie felt her hands begin to shake with fright as wet blood was painted wherever Mr Anderson touched. His fingers slid along the glass, clawing, trying to get to her. He was infected. He was gone. "Adam!" She cried, not being able to wait any longer. He came rushing up the stairs, his face red from standing up too quickly. His hair stuck up in different directions and he had marks from his pillow. The banging stopped for a moment, followed by a dry heave. Brie watched as Mr Anderson's silhouette hovered by the window, bending over and vomiting violently on their porch.

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

Mia looked like she was binge-watching peak drama. The revenants lit up and started pushing Darkblood Count to haul me back to our room to rest. Flushed scarlet, he scooped me up and muttered, "What are you even saying? I didn't touch you last night!" He was definitely thinking, 'Seriously? We just met. No way stuff shows that fast. You're a wolf, not a rabbit.' I snuggled in and gave his abs a cheeky squeeze. "Well, if you wanna touch me now, I'm game. Do you like pup or little bat?"

"You actually believed that? I only stuck with you to get into Skyla's team to stay alive! Do you know how funny it was to watch you argue with Skyla over me every time? "Did you genuinely think I liked you? You're nothing but a pathetic loser…" With that, she swiftly pulled up the ladder and disappeared into the ventilation shaft. Right then, the guttural growls of the zombies were closing in. I raised my gun and took down the first two that charged at us. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Noah standing frozen in place, shaking like a leaf. When one of the zombies lunged at him, I was sure he'd be torn apart. Yet, he dropped into a swift side roll, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it

My teammates hit me with a string of question marks when my hero stood idle and failed to hold the base. Frustrated, I quit the game and opened WhatsApp. The message was from Jacob Zeller, who lived downstairs from me. He was my roommate in college. There were four of us sharing a dorm, and we were pretty tight. While we were interning, we decided to job hunt together and moved into a cheaper apartment to lower our rent. Once everyone had a job, our hours were all over the place, so we each got an apartment to keep from getting in each other's way. We still grab a meal together from time to time.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

Unlike the others, it wasn't named for a month or a project code. It read: Sublevel 3. She clicked it. The cursor spun. Then a small gray box appeared in the center of the screen, polite and completely unmovable. This item requires additional clearance to view. Below it, a password field blinked, waiting. Vanessa stared at it. Her sister had hidden a tab inside a boring spreadsheet, buried three folders deep, and then locked it separately from everything else on the drive. That wasn't caution. That was fear. She tried Miriam's birthday. Denied. She tried their mother's name, their old address, the ridiculous nickname Miriam had given their childhood dog. Denied, denied, denied.

“I know. I do trust you on some level, Ryan. I do want answers. Why did you hunt me down and bring me here?” “One, I told you I’d come back for you. I meant that. I also meant it when I said you are the only girl I want. Two, I need you to have kids. Female zombies can’t have children. They can get pregnant, but they can’t keep the pregnancy. The fetus is human because that’s how all zombies start out. The female zombies bodies attack the human fetus.” “So, zombies need human females to have kids?” “Yes. I need heirs, and I want you to be the mother of my kids. We can raise them together and be a couple.”

I did the research. On my whole lower arm, these are my favorite monsters in fiction: Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and course, a zombie. If you can see more closely it's a picture of me—zombified. Aww, thanks so much, Zeke. It just sounds funny when you say 'sexy zombie.'