Zombie Ship Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

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" Radio Kaye and Bob Whale looked at each other. They had been observing the clouds. They saw a figure falling from the purple cloud with their own eyes. Therefore, at that time, they had already known that there were dozens of zombies in the clouds that were stronger than the ground. And the zombies could be considered commanders. However, they had only seen it once and did not see any zombies falling. Therefore, the first reaction of Radio Kaye and Bob Whale was that Dumb Fidas was talking nonsense. But Dumb Fidas soon said, "Didn't you find that the Corpse Tide has changed compared with before?

Otis thinks of Harlow somewhat as his own daughter… She could have been and that's going to be hard news for her to handle. *Thinking we should get the hell out of here Luc,* Dante warns, as we again fight the wind. I jump into it, then allow my body to fly over the large area. The stupid baby vamps commandeered an entire shipping town, and had mostly been using abandoned warehouses near the water for shelter during the day. Now they’re nothing but mangled bodies, unrecognizable as Shadows fly around to pick up the pieces and dump them in the ocean for sharks. I watch the scene for longer than I should.

“We don’t get paid to ask questions. We do the job, or Dennis makes our families pay the price.” Greg clenched his jaw but said nothing more. The reminder of their loved ones, held hostage by Governor Dennis, was enough to keep them moving forward. --- The Zotes turned a corner, their path leading them into what was once a central courtyard. Suddenly, a low growl rumbled from the shadows, stopping them in their tracks. “Eyes up,” Viper ordered, his knife already in hand. A single zombie emerged, its body mangled and decayed. Its milky eyes locked onto the group, and it let out a guttural moan.

“Like fuck it is. At least not on your own.” I shot him a grin. “Fine, old man. Let’s see how many you get this time, when it’s an even playing field.” “More than you, guaranteed, pipsqueak.” I ignored that. I’d prove him wrong…and besides, we had a line of zombies bearing down on us, dozens of them, moaning and dragging their half-rotted feet along through the snow, their jaws wide and full of filthy teeth. The sun broke the horizon, gilding bare, maggoty scalps and showing details that I — yeah, I could’ve lived forever without seeing some of what I was seeing.

Ten days to rewrite the script of my death and carve a new ending. The vision shifted again, the city flickering like a glitch in a dream. The smoke cleared enough for me to see a massive shadow moving in the distance—larger than any zombie I had seen before. Its roar shook the ground. My heart froze. That hadn’t existed in my first life. Echo’s mist swirled protectively around me. “The storm approaches. Watch, learn, and prepare. What you see is only the beginning. Survival is a chain—each link forged before the night falls.”

Blood splattered across my gown, blooming like a scarlet flower. Melody stared at the hilt protruding from her belly, lips trembling—she couldn't utter a word. Jared let go, and she crumpled to the ground. He turned to me with a twisted smile. "Rosalia, now no one can come between us." Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder. Colin had called for an ambulance, never taking his cautious gaze off Jared. I trembled all over, staring at the man I had once loved—he was like a stranger.

Above us, at the mouth of the shaft, Dante’s iron frame was outlined in a ring of white fire as he held the broken cables against the enforcers' rifles, his body taking the brunt of the magnetic slugs to keep the wireline open. "Zora!" his voice rattled through the water, sounding thin and distant, like a signal being drowned by a storm. "The... the ships... they aren't firing at us! They're firing at the grid!" The baby in my arms let out a low, mechanical laugh, the silver fountain pen floating between her tiny fingers as the first missile cleared the bay of the leading warship.

I grabbed Elle from the waves and swam toward the back of the dome. We climbed onto a small ledge just as the white dome began to groan. The virus was spreading through the ship’s systems. "Vance! Get the boat moving!" I yelled. But Vance wasn't looking at the boat. He was looking at the sky. A fleet of black jets was screaming toward us from the north. And they weren't firing at Silas. They were firing at us. "The Board is cleaning the house!" Vance shouted. "They're going to sink everything!"