Zombie Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

Ruth didn't seem too pleased to see me. "Oscar Wilde, good to see you." Marco Winehouse said. He was the one in charge of the meeting, and he was the one with the intel. I sat down in the pub and paid for everyone's drinks as a token of my appreciation for them coming all the way to meet with me. "What is going on, guys? My uncle was beaten up, and my pack raided." I complained, and Marco exhaled. "You won't believe this shit, but Giles Hunter is back. His sect has done a lot of harm." Marco claimed, and I looked at him, stunned.

That very night, the group chat blew up. Patrick Hoffman, my now-former boss and the chairman of United Enterprise, messaged me in private. "Heath Carter! Have you lost your mind? What the heck kind of nonsense are you spouting? Delete that message right this instant!" "It's too late for me to delete it, but why are you so panicked, Mr. Carter? I'm just using you as a case study. Why are you getting so worked up?" After responding to Patrick, I posted my résumé in the group chat.

Johnson ➡ Come on talk to me, what happened? . Zombie ➡ One of my niggers died last night, he was tortured and stuffed with Nightshade. I told him not to stick his nose but he refused to listen, now he's dead like a rat. . What was happening? People are dying and so far it shows they're being tortured before stuffing them with Nightshade, maybe he was spying on them to give the Big prize, this is bad news as far as I know three people have died because of this. I consoled Zombie and went into my room.

' he agonized. At that juncture, the expression on Rowdon's face was a mixture of shock and terror, and violating the customer agreement was the least of his worries now. Meanwhile, Zeke was silently hoping that nobody had heard his name being called out earlier. Unfortunately, his hopes went down the drain as the sharp-eared host had heard them loud and clear. As soon as the host had heard Rowdon addressing Zeke as Specter, he immediately came over. "Rowdon, earlier you mentioned the name, Specter. Were you referring to the second-best hacker of the same name?"

Zack howled in pain, looking like he was about to cry as he clutched his head. ‘Harvey has been acting quite violent lately, does he have a problem?’ “I’ve had enough!” Senior Zimmer roared. Senior Zimmer was already disappointed in Zack as he had barely contributed anything; it had almost come to the point where he was reconsidering the rightful heir of the Zimmers. Seeing that Senior Zimmer didn’t speak up for him, Zack was unhappy. Sean, on the other hand, was also worried since that Senior Zimmer would change his mind and not acknowledge Zack as the rightful heir of the Zimmers.

“It's a... high-level zombie, probably a monarch zombie.” “Monarch? Are you kidding me? What are we doing here then? Let's f*cking go home, old hag!” Patrick screamed, wanting to enter the humvee.

"Looking for insurance." "Patrick didn't hack Hunt Capital," I say, the memory of the code rushing back. "He planted a time-delayed worm on his own company's servers before the acquisition. When Hunt Capital absorbed Morrison Construction's data in 2019, they ingested the worm. It's been sitting in your archives for six years, disguised as a corrupted blueprint file, waiting for the decryption trigger." I step over a rotted beam. "The file was a Dead Man's Switch. It required a weekly check-in code from Patrick. When he died, the code wasn't entered."

A few seconds later, a trudging figure came into view. "It's a zombie! It's another zombie!" Hugh turned ghostly pale. "That's Tate!" Darren immediately recognized the zombie that just appeared. "Peter was right after all. They've all turned into zombies." After three more seconds, another zombie appeared behind Tate. More and more kept showing up until there were a total of nine of them.

She watched as the zombies pulled out her ruined kidney and swallowed it in one bite. In the end, she got exactly what she wanted and died in that penthouse. The penthouse was covered in a sea of blood. I sat in front of the control panel in the underground bunker and looked at the mangled remains scattered across the screen. Then, I calmly reached out to shut off the screen. More than a dozen screens went black at the same time. As they went dark, all that hatred and betrayal were swallowed by the end of the world. I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak.