Romans & histoires Zombie Brothers

Todd didn't want that. "Back to the report, please" Todd heaved a sigh of relief as Karl opened back the notes. "So, what is going to happen to the bitten" Karl sought answers again. "Have you ever watched a zombie movie?" Todd tried explaining in the easiest way he thought Karl would understand. "Are you saying they will become zombies?" Karl asked excitingly. "Yeah, more like that" Todd hoped he had satisfied him. "How are we going to know you are not lying" Karl asked ridiculously. Todd was maddened.

Her body was turning all that energy into raw strength. Hayley opened her computer again and noticed her saved post had a new update—just a minute old. [I'm losing it! I dragged my little brother all the way back and almost got killed a few times by him, but luckily, there weren't many zombies on the way. We made it back, but now I see he has a wound! He wouldn't tell me at first, but my little sister noticed his finger was black, and he admitted a zombie scratched him accidentally. What do I do now?]

Third Person Point of View Gerald and Gary thought they'd misheard. Murder? Before they could react, Zachary punched them. "You monsters! I'll kill you today!" Fueled by rage, he slammed Gerald to the floor, raining blows with unrestrained fury. Gary rushed forward to intervene, but Zachary's kick sent him crashing into the corner. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, the police stepped in and dragged Zachary away. Only then did the brothers exhale in relief.

~sometime later~ I'm not sure how long I've been down here but I'm starting to feel the emotional pain slip into physical pain as Rob Zombies "Dragula" blasts out the speakers. I feel the sweat dripping down my body as I let the punches fly. As exhaustion starts to set in I stop my violent frenzy and grab a towel wiping my face off. As I grab a bottled water out of the fridge I something out of the corner of my eye. As I turn fully I notice I'm not alone and that Wren, our friends and the brothers have made themselves at home with various looks of guilt, shock and worry. Rolling my eyes I unplug my phone and make my way out of the room not saying a word to anyone.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies. Just as one of them lunged forward, about to bite through Dan’s neck, I stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee, calmly looking down at the scene below. “Ruth,” I said lightly, “they’re too loud.” From the shadows behind me, Ruth stepped forward and simply glanced down at the yard. “Boom!” In an instant, the zombies were crushed flat against the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity. The sound of bones shattering rang out, and a moment later, they were all reduced to pulp.

And when I finally came back—my brother was already gone. The Shaun standing in his place looked the same. Sounded the same. But something inside him had rotted in my absence, hardened into something colder. Meaner. Like all the worst parts of this family had finally carved their way under his skin. Hours blur together after that. The penthouse grows quieter. Darker. Neal keeps working nonstop, the glow from his monitors burning through the room while names and records continue flashing endlessly across the screens. At some point, exhaustion finally catches up to me. Still sitting in the chair—I fall asleep.

I don’t flinch away. “You had two brothers?” I ask. If he throws another none of your fucking business at me, I’ll shut down. Pretend I never asked. But he doesn’t. “Yes. Roman. Rafayel.” I nod slowly. I already knew about Roman—from Claire. Zeke was never meant to take over. He was the third brother. But they’d both been killed. His mother and sister had survived, and Zeke had fought for his life. “They died the night we met,” he says with a hollow voice.

Damien would step out of their lives for good. In her heart, Liz knew it would not be that easy. Yet she could only hope for the best. She waited the entire day, but her mom did not come back to the house. At first, she was not worried, knowing that the woman sometimes stayed a day or two at Damien’s apartment. But Damien came by in the evening to check up on Liz, and her mom had not come with him. She did not ask him about it. The next day, she left for Aaron’s house. His creepy younger brother might be willing to help her out. He seemed to hold some sort of grudge against the vampires, and Liz thought he knew more about them than she did.

I died in a cellar due to asphyxiation. By the time I woke up again, I found that my soul had reappeared next to my three older brothers. The three of them had just returned to our huge villa. The eldest, Ian Haldeman, and the second eldest, Will Haldeman, were holding our stepsister, Lorelei Surridge's hands. In a kind voice, one of my brothers began, "Thank goodness we got you to the hospital just in time. Otherwise, it might take you a longer time to recover."