Zombie Lollipop Chainsaw の小説・ストーリー

Two days after I died, a strange smell began to seep from my room. Mom paused mid-step as she walked past my door and covered her nose. "That brat must be hoarding leftovers in there again and turning her room into a pigsty! It reeks!" I floated nearby and watched her grab a box of mothballs from the cabinet. Then, she got down on her hands and knees and shoved them one by one through the crack of my door, trying to cover up the smell of death.

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.

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

With a whoosh, it rolled to both sides. Xander Faris put the Humming Twilight Slash into the sheath with no expression on his face. With a crisp sound, the two zombies suddenly trembled. The next moment, they exploded into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground. Among these pieces, there were two crystals about the size of peanuts that glowed with red light.

This space houses my lawn-and-garden equipment…and a few weapons. Because you never know when a resurrection spell will go terribly wrong and you have to fight off an army of the undead. I grab a machete from a shelf and race back to Lucas, who’s starting into the woods with his fangs drawn. Zombies emerge from it, death groans echoing through the night air. One of the faster zombies outruns the others, and I race toward it, brandishing the machete. I swing and hit it hard in the neck. The blade hits the spinal cord, and I jerk my hands back, yanking the blade from its skin. I swing harder the next time, slicing through the zombie’s neck.

Of course, I will die - a very painful, colourful and frankly, extremely creative death since my own brother will deliver the sentence. I can almost imagine how much Lenox would enjoy hanging me by my balls just to use my body as a bloody pinata. Or better yet, he would use the bunch of weird modified weapons he is hiding in the shed. Cold shivers run down my spine as I recall one of the chainsaws Lenox made. It’s loud and has actual fucking teeth glued to the chain. Teeth, man, fucking teeth!

Owls fluttered across branches, squirrels scurried along the moss-ridden ground, and there in the distance, three bright white fireflies hung in the air above two glowing amber friends. I froze. White neon firefly? I looked back to where I had seen them only to see nothing. ‘I saw it too.’ Cole said, his tone laced with something akin to excitement. ‘You remember what Nicolai said, we kill on sight.’ Damien reminded us. ‘Fuck that. I’m going after it. Take Nicolai in, I’ll watch our rear.’ Cole said determinately as he slunk away into the trees. “Would you mind accompanying me?” Nicolai said at my right, pulling me out of my half-shocked state.

The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice. “And who do we have here?” she spoke in a dry husky voice. A warning bell sounded inside the zombie. A loud one. His instincts were much stronger than those of a human being. However, they worked too late. Livia turned her wheelchair around and stretched out a crooked wrist like a chicken claw. At the same moment, the Dark was roused, heading towards the undead in a death-dealing wave. Zomzom twitched in a fit of horror, but he couldn’t move. His limbs froze. He felt as if he’d turned into a puppet. A doll with only his eyes alive.

- Art and in a matter of second the drum water become acidic and the 2 Big Rats are struggling to go out but we are at the lid and not letting them getaway *SSQQQQUEEEKK!!!* during the struggle of the Rats, Jimboy immediately rush to the zombie earlier due to it was moving already! luckily he killed it again and loot the body he did the looting also to the slain Rat and surprisingly the Big Rat also has a Dark Crystal the 2 Big Rat stop squeaking already and Papa already loot them but *TUG TUG TUG* TUG* *TUG!*