Zombie Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

Pat shouted next to her ear. Oh my god! I’m going to die in a hole in Key West called Hokies! “Calm down, friend. No one here is threatening you,” A.J. said with his hands up palms out in front of him. Everyone was in total shock. “Pat, don’t do this,” Clint implored. “Shut up!” Pat shouted. “Let her go. There’s no reason for this,” a middle-aged black man, Lou, said. “Clint, I want all the money you took in tonight. Now!” Pat demanded.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Patrick suddenly revealed a merciless smile while sitting on the sofa. He thought, 'Gloria used to beg me for mercy. What about now? She doesn't even bother to do that anymore. Everything began to change after she met Mike.' Patrick mind-linked Leonard. Patrick ordered, "Go and do some digging about Mike Wyatt, the Alpha of the Sea Moon Pack." "Yes, Alpha Patrick," Leonard responded through the mind link. Patrick didn't say another word. Instead, he directly cut off the conversation. Standing in the living room of the suite on the top floor of Fittro Club, Patrick suddenly grabbed the cup on the coffee table and smashed it towards the television.

Fondness points: -800] [Lukey was scratched by a zombie. Fortunately, I had medicine with me. Fondness points: -500] [Jeffrey smiled at me today. Fondness points: +10] [Shoved into a swarm of zombies for the second time. Everyone said I was useless. Fondness points: -400] [Shoved for the third time. Fondness points: Depleted. System execution: Activated] [I watched over this city for three years, but everyone wants me dead.]

he said, looking up to look me in the eye “I know that you don’t like me hiding things from you, and I know that you hate being put in such situations…” “And yet, there you went, putting me in such a situation” I said, glaring at him “you partnered with the man who wants us DEAD, Nathan. Screw me dying, screw that, it is the last thing I care about. He wants our kids dying. Did you put that in consideration? No, you didn’t. You went ahead, partnering with him over some fucking drink, and to make it worse, you didn’t even tell me about it. You went ahead, taking such an action…”

It read: ‘Today, on the 27th of August, 1906, Thr Alpha of the Blackridge Pack, Alpha Rudolph Blackridge makes the solemn and permanent bequeathment, for time immemorial and everlasting, of the Blackridge Pack into the hands of Alpha James Henri Bart Duskmere, so that it shall be added to the terrestrial entity that is today known as ‘The Packs of Glagen, Khmarden, and Darryl.’

Dressed in an expensive suit, his widened eyes scans me as if he's just realizing who I am. It's Patrick. Zeke's father.

Jeremiah confirmed, but he not quite certain whether Patrick the lunatic was telling the truth or not, he was crazy after all, “you’re not hallucinating, aren’t you?” The old man laughed a little, “I’m not crazy, young friend, I just pretend to be one.” Jeremiah now intrigued, “so, who was it? When and where did you see it?” Patrick fell silence for a while; he seemed reluctant to speak, “he supposed to be dead twenty years ago, during the invasion,” he finally opened his mouth, “I-I saw him dead with my own eyes.” Jeremiah cut in, “who is he, Patrick?” the boy asked impatiently, “Who is this person?”

Only an hour had passed by, but my feet were killing me and I was tired of putting on a fake smile. I was now standing in a small circle surrounded by three other couples. They were the future Alphas of their own pack, but they seemed to be only slightly older than Nathan. Ben and Krista were the next for the Blackmoor Shade Pack, John and Angela next in line for the South Shade Pack, and Daemon and Liz inherit the Thornton Shade pack.

I wouldn’t be Cejay Merryweather if I would just let a guy intimidates me. “Um...” I paused. What am I going to ask him again? Ah, yes! I remember! “Mr. Huntington, may I ask how’s Mr. Socrates? Did you fire him?” Mr. Huntington moved to massage his nape. “Why do you ask, Ms. Merrywheather?” he asked and continued reading the paper on his desk. Dumbfounded, I furrowed my eyebrows. “I want to know what action have you governed against him. Did you fire him? Where is he now?”

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y