Romans & histoires Zombie Ship Chapter 7

She slowly walked towards the crowd zombies without fear as she wanted to try if these zombies really ignored her or just cannot notice her. "Couldn't they see me?" she thought and stood in front of a zombie. "Gaaaahhh!" the zombie groaned and its mouth opened widely. Psyche was frightened and closed her eyes as she waited to be bitten by the zombie but she didn't feel the bite. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the zombie in front of her. Her eyes shone when the zombie halted and turned away from her like she's a fly. "WHAT THE HECK! WHAT KIND OF ZOMBIE IS THAT?! HE JUST IGNORED ME?!" she was in disbelief and pouted. Why does she feel like she was abandoned? (?_?;)

The ship is quiet for the most part, and at one point we stop moving completely. The men returned later one night in high spirits, laughing boisterously and belting out lewd chants. Once we set sail again, my throat tightened on realizing what was responsible for their loud revelry. The destruction of Mount Ilya. Umber's drawn face also told me she knew. In the darkness, I reached for her hand. We held on tight for hours. ____ The sudden lurch of the ship jolts me awake. The first thing I become aware of is the dryness in my throat. I lick parched lips, desperate for water.

Me and Jevro hop on Devaughn's back and became the escort of the 7 ships that are now floating in the air for take off. .... American Monsters department, Everyone rushed when the 7 ships arrived. Each Department's head of every counties that joined the expedition pays respect to their losses. Some are crying for losing their comrades and friends, while me and Jevro gently landed with Devaughn and immediately look for the Philippine Monsters department head. "What's going on?" Alfonso asked upon seeing us. "You guys looks calm but the Auras you imitating are cold." Jevro brushes his hair before answering. "I guess we're in trouble. The whole world is in trouble."

I considered the ceiling but waved off the idea then I sat down in resignation and chewed on my lower lip nervously. “I really hope Sarah’s okay, I have to get to her before the scary witch does.” I mumbled and everything in the room started to float, it suddenly felt like I was falling but not reaching the ground, like everything around me was afloat except me. I struggled to keep afloat but it wasn’t working so I gave in to the feeling of falling and waiting for when I’ll finally reach the ground. My eyelids became heavy and my vision blurry, the next thing I know, I was engulfed by thick darkness.

She never finished. Thick blood splashed across half her face. Bright red flooded her eyes. She wiped at them and shrieked, "Who the hell threw water at me?!" A pale face floated up in front of her, nose twitching like it caught fresh meat. "Ahhhh—!" The crowd blew apart. A mutated zombie had slipped in and was ripping through people, biting anything it could reach. Bella grabbed Dylan and bolted for higher ground, blowing the whistle at her chest.

I was four meters inside the loading corridor before I registered what I was walking into. The vessel was imperial. Navy livery, silver insignia, the Void Empire's crest on every surface that would hold a crest. Imperial emergency evacuation fleet — they were the closest available response vessel, which meant that the colonial authority's distress signal had pulled in the nearest imperial assets, which meant I had just boarded a ship that was part of the fleet controlled by— I kept walking. There was nothing else to do. Going back meant the second vessel, which was overloaded beyond safety capacity. Going forward meant the interior of an imperial ship. I had exactly two options and one of th

Thorne to cut the engines more than once. When the hatch finally hissed open, the air that rushed in wasn't the fresh salt breeze Maya expected. It was heavy, metallic, and carried the faint, distant scent of burning rubber. "Welcome back to the surface," Seven said, her voice grim as she scanned the horizon with a pair of manual binoculars. "Or what's left of it." They had surfaced near the French coast, but the glittering lights of the port towns were gone. The horizon was a jagged silhouette of dead towers. Without the grid, the modern world had become a forest of cold iron and dark glass.

He just pulled back, and another hand took its place. "We're overrun," Vance said, checking his magazine. "Two rounds left." "Use the flare gun," I said, handing him my launcher. "Against a mob?" "Against the spores," I said. "Fire keeps them back." Suddenly, the ship lurched. It wasn't the kelp pulling us down. It was a vibration. A hum that started deep in the keel and rattled the teeth in my skull. The light outside changed. The moonlight on the water vanished.

I sighted the last ship as it collapsed into the water. SPLASH! Went the water as the boat moved. That was a near death experience and I couldn’t believe we were moving to God-knows-where. I slowly gave in already tired as my eyes closed; slowly. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry this update was somewhat wacky. I promise to put in more drama. I was thinking of a ship name for Zack and Zara. So many ‘z’ s right?? Please comment your suggestions. And again, consider reviewing for this chapter.

* I am the one who sees. The golden field didn't just open; it **recognized** me. "**WELCOME HOME, MISS VANCE,**" the Elevator’s AI announced. The doors slid open. We tumbled inside just as a volley of "Underwriter" missiles hit the Loading Dock, turning the skiff—and the "Adjuster" inside it—into a fireball. --- ## Chapter 77: The Ascent to the Sarcophagus The Elevator didn't feel like movement; it felt like the world was being pulled away from us. Through the glass walls of the pod, I watched New Zurich shrink into a grid of flickering lights, and then into a grey smudge on the surface of a dying planet.