Zombie Rangiku Novels & Stories

Rotting hands began reaching in to grab their ankles and legs, slowly dragging the pair, who were still biting and clawing at each other, toward the edge of the balcony. “No! Help! Xavier, save me!” I simply stood there, watching her with a blank expression. The next second, the two of them tumbled over the edge together. Their screams were instantly swallowed by the howling horde below. After those two pieces of good-for-nothings were dealt with, I didn’t feel much relief, because the surveillance monitor showed that Ruth was in very bad shape. Three S-class zombies had surrounded her. Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her.

"Like which ones?" "It's called Unticinak," She answered. "Which means 'possessed by the power of the full moon,' " She added. "The beings of darkness decided to give them that name when they decided to give their souls for the protection of others." "Did they sell their souls to protect others?" he asked, and Za nodded as both of them now bent down a little by a small bush vine to get to the forest that he remembered well gave them the way to the mansion. "Were they normal humans before making that decision?"

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

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.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

I couldn't stop the purr resonating from my chest as her blood first hit my tongue, nor the hum of pleasure that races through one's body when taking from a live host. B negative was famously known for its sweetness, but hers held something else with it. It was perfectly sweet, but it was almost tart as well. Needless to say, it was amazing. Killing her now would be a waste of good blood. I held her tighter, trying to hold her still as she involuntarily began to squirm away from the pain, her cries of agony sounding here and there. There's no way she would have tried to get away on purpose. She's smarter than that.

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

But at this time, Xander Faris was very clear that the arc of Solana Gibson's Ghoul-Locker Spear and the sword radiance of Omar Pine were much smaller than before. Then, when he got a little closer, Jessica, Lady Maisie, Maya Kaye, and the others all looked extremely tired. Like them, there were also those cultivators who were also surrounded. A cultivator suddenly smashed half of the zombie's head with his palm. Because the zombie's corpse core was not dug out, its strength was still there. Regardless of the fact that cultivator's palm was still embedded in its head, it rushed forward and threw the frightened cultivator to the ground.

to express his joy. After a while, Ava's resentment and Cheng's satisfaction ends when the girl shrieked in surprise. Her eyes never leave the picture of the apple green skin that covered some of her flesh. One of her feet and some of her fingers reveal a bare-bones view. "I am a zombie?" Her face twisted in confusion... [Even the name is “Z system” it's a written you will have an appearance of a zombie!"] Cheng palms his forehead in strain. Firmly believe that she is somewhat foolish in certain things just a little bit more talkative than her mother...