Zombie Patrick Hockstetter の小説・ストーリー

She stares at me for several seconds then nods and lets a little smile out, it's not the biggest smile that I've seen on her but it's a start and it makes me breathe a little easier. "Wait, what happened to the Rogue that told you everything?" I smile as I think of him "Well, it turned out that he was a doctor and after some time of proving himself he became a doctor in our pack. Sadly we lost him last year when he tried to defend a she-wolf from a crazed wolf in our pack. He had lost his mate and went insane and tried to hurt her, Devon stepped in to protect her and got his heart ripped out as a thank-you. Of course, Zane the wolf that hurt him was killed for his actions but I do miss Devon

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

Nick POV We all sit in my father’s office quiet and trying to process what just happened. My father made calls to the pack hospital and had people go from house to house to make sure no pack members passed and that everyone was accounted for in the pack. After of few hours we found out that all the pack members where here and that no one recently passed in the pack hospital. There were a few pack members that were away either on vacation or business trips but their family members where able to get in contact with them. The only person that is from the pack and we have no contact with is Mariah. The scream of anguish that Mariah’s mom let out when my father said it must have been Mariah’s pac

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Tracker growls. “Maybe they don’t care about her,” I say. “I mean, Patrick was willing to let her go mate with Alpha Henry and then let his pup be raised as Henry’s heir. Who the fuck does that?” I ask. “And don’t forget we still have Alpha Glenn and Alpha Grady’s trials for murder and Gamma Nathan’s trial for trying to buy Vivienne from Alpha Glenn,” Hijack says. “Why does it feel like our workload tripled when the Hills entered into our lives?” Tracker asks.

Phone records on the right – the area code match circled in red marker, the Eastwood captain’s testimony relayed through Cole. I stood back. Looked at it the way I looked at my notebook – from above, seeing the pattern, the connective tissue, the shape of what one man had built to destroy another using a woman as the weapon. It was damning. Compelling. Almost beautiful in the way a controlled demolition was beautiful – the precision, the patience, the understanding of exactly which supports to remove and in what order. Zara stood beside me. Arms crossed. Reading the spread the way she read everything – thoroughly, skeptically, looking for the weakness before anyone else could find it.

“My friend here owns the bar, so this has become my watering hole of choice. By the way, this is Lucas Knox. Lucas, this is Dr. Patrick White, our newest resident at the hospital.” “Call me Patrick. Pleased to meet you.” Lucas gives him a measuring look, and offers Patrick his hand. Patrick takes it in a handshake. I can tell that Lucas is giving it a firm squeeze as the veins in his hands bulge. “Lucas Knox. Nice to meet you.” I hear bones crunching together. Patrick stares at Lucas, unflinching. “Okay! So, we´re making friends.” I say sarcasticly. What is up with these two?

“You´re the one constant good thing in my life, Laura. And perhaps, we´re supernatural, but werewolves get tired too. I need to go. I just require some time to process all this.” I watch Patrick as he leaves and walks away. Suddenly, the bartender is standing before me from behind the bar. “I couldn´t help but overhear... because I was eavesdropping. But it seems as though your boyfriend has many issues.” “That´s very rude of you. And to think we came here for privacy.” The man laughs. “Don´t worry. I won´t tell anyone.” “Wait a minute. Aren´t you the fightmaster? You´re name´s Zeke.”

CHAPTER 11 Bethany and I spend the next few weeks surreptitiously watching and studying Derek Johnson and his friends, trying to learn as much about them as we can. It’s still too early to have a comprehensive profile of our Herring, but we have been able to determine that—based on a number of t-shirts we have seen them wearing—they are Rob Zombie fans. We make the safe assumption they are fans of both his music and his movies. It’s a small start, but it’s a start.

“Wait, I have a question for you. About Siobhan.” “Not sure if I will have an answer but sure.” “Do you know anything about her being in a relationship with a werecat, tiger shifter to be specific? His name was Wyatt.” Patrick takes a moment before answering, “No. I don’t remember her mentioning anything about having a boyfriend while she was gone.” “Did she mention anything about being…raped?” I whisper. Patrick’s eyes went wide and then his pupils narrowed into slits, his irises turning black. His wolf.