Novel & Cerita Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man

Wind gnawed at the hem of my hoodie. The screen lit up with a single text. You want your brother back? Erebus. 11PM. Ask for the Devil’s Show. My fingers went numb first. Then my throat closed up. The bag of groceries slipped from my hand, like my body didn’t know how to hold anything anymore. The bread hit the ground with a sad little puff, the onion rolled into the gutter like it was trying to escape the moment, and the eggs—well, those bastards cracked on impact. Of course they did.

The kind of smell that never left. I stepped into the underground room, my boots echoing against the concrete floor. The light above flickered faintly, casting shadows over the two pieces of shit chained to the wall. Their arms stretched high, their shirts torn, their faces already swollen and bruised. The metallic rattle of the chains was the only sound they could manage now. I rolled my sleeves up slowly. My knuckles were still raw from earlier, but I didn’t give a fuck. Not tonight. Not after what almost happened to her.

Immediately I walked in the bathroom I felt someone looking at me. I glanced off to the side absentmindedly. I jolted, my heart feeling like it would jump out of my mouth and nearly slipping in the blood. There was a man there, laid up against the wall like a forgotten doll. He was a short man, with how his legs were bent around him and he too was bleeding all over the floor. His mouth was open in a permanent scream. “Do not look at him. He is as insignificant in death as he was in life.”

Asset. Me. Good to know I was still famous. I rounded the bend and deployed a flash-silence charge, light without sound, vision disruptor. They stumbled, I moved, joint locks, nerve strikes, weapon removals, three bodies down in under six seconds. Not brute force. Precision. I reached the ladder shaft to the arbitration center core, climbed, emerged inside the server control ring. Charges already planted. Thirty seconds to detonation. I knelt; cut line one, decoy. Cut line two; dead-man relay. Smart.

I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

Their speed is astonishing, their frightening faces that look like corpses coming from their graves can also be noticed. Two consecutive blows were unleashed by a man that hit a zombie but that monster ignored it. The man turned to another zombie and grinned. They thought that if it couldn’t kill the zombies with their fist, they would use the easy way. The man pulled out a sword with a shining tip, immediately swung it at a zombie that hit his neck, followed by throwing his head somewhere.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

Wilbur whipped the thunder cleaver in the air, zipping around the giant zombie in circles like a bolt of lightning. A tremendous force of thunder energy radiated from the thunder cleaver, forming twenty blade shadows over fifty meters long that sliced right through the giant zombie's body. The giant zombie let out a howl as Wilbur finally stopped moving. Its enormous body collapsed to the ground, breaking into countless pieces that rolled everywhere. The giant zombie was completely decimated just like that, and Darlene did not have the spirit energy to put it back together anymore. Sammy and the rest let out a long breath, looking at Wilbur in awe.

Since Oscar was never out of a cigar, he suspected that she was the one that was supplying him. He wished that she would do it because the both of them were always at loggerhead. While some zombies were killing the failed experiments, other zombies were putting their body parts in a bag, reading them for the black hole. "Come on! These evil zombies are chained! Get on with it!" He barked as his eyes darted to one zombie that fell on the ground, one of the chained Failed Experiment had killed him. He used the chain to pull off his head from his throat.

Some demons caught the sight of the blood and gore from their fallen friend, and they were all prepared to kill all the knights who walked in the forest. Then, a few more demons charged quickly towards the humans; half of them carried swords, and the rest wanted to devour them whole. Julius stood there and was not afraid to act boldly alongside the knights, and he feared no demons. One of them ran as fast as possible towards the young swordsman and held onto his weapon to cut him down. But the devil was too slow for Julius because he was much faster at swinging a sword than any of the night creatures. He turned his sword at the demon, and half of its body flew out, and so much of its intesti