Zombie Ocs Novels & Stories

"Ejakpa bridge? Hmm. That area is filled with gangsters. I know most of them." "Is he a new person in the area? Or do i know him?" "I don't think you know him boss." "I see." Sammy interrupted. "Boss, you haven't said anything yet about that stuff." "Which?" "Odeshi." "Oh! Yeah. That's true. Odeshi needs to take place. We can't trust anyone. Don't even trust your self because no one can be trusted. Understand?" "Yes, boss." They all replied. "One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us."

He isn't used with this version if him. Jones watched as Clayton looked unsettled and looking around for anything more he could use. So he moved close to him and roughly shook him in his shoulder. "Clayton! Dude wake up!" "Doc, move faster! She's gonna die! Do it!" Doctor Jones' eyes squinted as he tried to fathom Clayton's eyes. They were moving in an unsteady motion.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Still, Zoey joined the Paranormalities and she even disclosed some of the secrets related to the Ghost Busters. Due to this, they even once got into a heated quarrel which resulted in Zoey spewing the bitter truth about him. About his 'tiny junk' which she accidentally called out, 'Baby carrot' soon spread into everyone's ear. And, ever since that incident, those members of Paranormalities always made fun of him by calling him 'Baby carrot'. After what she did to him, Nick loathed her. He did so much for her only to get duped by her. Even his career was in danger now. If their rating goes below 5, it was all over. The show will be terminated on the spot.

Knox suddenly moved in front of me, his body shielding me from Alpha Karl and Kyran. "Since when was it our responsibility to keep tabs on Alpha Eros? He is not just some omega werewolf that can be easily subdued. He is a hybrid alpha. Why come to us if he is missing?" Alpha Kyran's brow raised, and before Alpha Karl could do something, he moved between them. It all happened in a flash, and I watched in horror as Alpha Kyran's fingers laced in Knox's hair, and he bashed his head straight into the nearest seat.

"Wha- now?" "Yes! Now!" "But whatever it is can wait, it can't be as important as you-" "Zander has a whole bedroom of vials filled with my blood, Mason ... If Demitri and the others get their hands on it then we are going to be facing an army full of day walkers!"

Ewww! The moment I stepped back into my room, I felt so drowsy. Quickly I did a light skincare routine and wore a pink nightdress before tucking myself under the purple covers. “My life is perfect…” I whispered before darkness slowly enveloped my world. Then it happened again! Crawling along the grass, I could barely see any form of light or human around but something was missing. I felt it strongly in my bones that I needed to save someone! I called out a few times for help but no one came! As always no one cared about the wolfless omega!

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

Day fifteen of the zombie apocalypse. Famine had fully set in. There was nothing edible left in the penthouse. Even the expensive potted plants had been ripped out by the roots and eaten by Julian. He and Jessica were nothing but skin and bones, their eyes sunken, like two walking skeletons. Jessica was even worse off.

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.