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“It is enough to have to battle each other without throwing the human race into the mix.” “You war with each other?” Jasper asked with surprise. Rowan nodded. “Indeed,” he said, “The werewolf and vampire are fierce enemies.” “And zombies?” Jasper asked. “What about them?” “The zombie is a curious anomaly,” Rowan began. “Unlike the vampire or werewolf, it is not a creation from another dimension come here. A zombie is the result of a virus that takes hold of a recently deceased corpse and causes just enough animation to allow it to function in the most primitive of ways.”

THIS WILL INCREASE YOUR WORK EFFICIENCY. "Shut up, you damn AI!" Kevin snapped, his fists clenched under the table. Across from Kevin sat several zombies. Not just any zombies. They were fellow Vlogger Zombies, drawn in by the signal waves from Riska’s Master AI and the Master Judge, ZF-BOSS. They carried cracked old cameras, obsolete phones, and some even recorded with nothing but their glowing red, empty eyes. Their bodies varied: some were skin and bones, some were swollen like the Sucrose Zombie, and others were covered in wires like the Tech-Zombie.

Zombie 2 added with a scared lifelike expression on its greyish face, scaring their two other companions that their eyes almost fell off. “Wu... Wu... Wu!!(I saw that too! I saw that too!)” Zombie 3 also trembled. Even though they were Zombies with no feelings, the little girl can easily make them have these emotions swirling in their chest like a storm. Ah so scared, they almost want to pee their pants right here, right now without being ashamed.

As extreme as the other seven. Zombie was a woman in her early 20s. She gave no shit even though Linda was taller than her. She exuded a confident single lady. She had a similar sleeveless hoodie with different shades of color and bear ears latched on her head hoodie but with an angry bear mouth and nose. Truthfully, Linda was quite intrigued by her. “Linda. The owner of this cafe.” She cleared her throat. “Ah!” Zombie made quite an expression under her mask. “You have talent in business but not on this small scale.”

Its eyes gleam with a feral intelligence, its presence casting a chilling silence over the pack. Emily's voice is hushed yet filled with a note of caution. "Stay alert, my pack. We are not alone under the Blood Moon's watchful eye." Liam's eyes narrow as he takes a step forward, his voice resonating with authority. "Who are you? What do you seek?" The creature's lips curl into a sinister smile, its voice laced with an otherworldly chill. "I am but a herald, bringing forth a message from the depths of darkness. Your power shall be tested, Red Teary Moon Pack, in ways you never thought possible."

Rowan was drawing lines on my smooth back, his hands lowering until he finally cupped my butt, squeezing it harshly, eliciting a sharp draw of breath from me, this made me rub myself against him. “You're insatiable, just like me. I knew you'd want more.” Rowan said, his voice slurry as if drunk, his finger tracing gentle patterns on my chest. “Now so do I. I also want more too,” he said with a glint in his bioeyes, his hands releasing me as he climbed over me, kneeling on the bed with his legs on either side. He leaned over me, his eyes sparkling with excitement and something sinister, his finger still drawing gentle lines on my skin.

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Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.

From my place here on the roof, I can see the chipped black nail polish on his fingers, the black eyeliner that adorns his eyes, and the silver piercing in his eyebrow. His dark brown eyes meet mine briefly, before he turns away and fires at another zombie. Congealed blood splatters his Aerosmith concert t-shirt, and he wipes it away with a disgusted frown. Before I can shout a warning, another zombie creeps up behind him. He turns just as the zombie lunges, and it drags him down to the ground. While he struggles with his enemy, I get down on one knee, and take aim at the creature's head.

“Zanea, I know that you love my daughter, but she’s already in the Grim Reaper’s empire, I’m sure she would be in the human world minutes from now. Don’t worry she agreed with her future, it’s hard for me too, Zanea. I loved her more than you do, remember I am her father, I love her so much and she knows that,’’ he added and they had no words to say anymore, even if he desired to plead the above ones, he knew he was too late after all. He bowed his head and tears ran down his cheeks. “I wonder what your daughter was doing to our empire, I saw her there before I left and went here, and I understand now… What if she didn’t remember anything before one hundred days and what if she didn’t find t