Zombie Ship Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

The kids hugged mother and aunt Lozbi tightly. “Zeve!” Mother looked relieved after seeing me. “Mother… what is happening?” I asked, frantically looking around. The entire ship was in an utter frenzy. “I don’t know Zeve,” mother said. ‘Be prepared,’ I heard that voice from within me again. Be prepared? For what?

Besides she still manage to gather up strength and get back to her feet and give the ships a chase but the ships are already getting close to the people and the red corps was seriously firing at them. While the bullets of the red corps that was just a little bit distance to start meeting the people when Kambiri and his brother arrives with their own ship and blast the opponents to the fire within a seconds. And the ships that are chasing the people catches fire from the mid air and fell from the sky and Zara'm looked up very well to know how come. She was like, does it means that red corps are now fighting each other? Why should the ships be battling themselves or what has transpired over th

Neptune City ***************** Ma'am Nina swam as fast as she could towards the city. She stopped when she saw what it has now turned into Ma'am Nina : oh my goodness The city was ruined Mer-beings looked like death sentenced creatures. Nina gasped and couldn't believe it. No one even noticed her Everyone was dull The mer-folks were so reduced in number The once lively city was now so dull and empty Nina : what happened to the guards? She asked herself looking around

It seemed he was getting impatient. "Get that bag home. I am going to the Mayor" Grace said. Raymond was surprised to hear her talking. He thought she would have become a zombie. Grace transformed into the zombie. She walked into their midst. "Where is the bag?" the man asked again with curiosity. Grace seemed to have gotten to them. Raymond couldn't look there. But he heard struggling, punching sounds and groaning and some gun shots until there was no more sounds. Raymond peeped. All the men were down and Grace was already gone.

His name is Ariel Montes and the vice-captain of the team. Seven men looked outside with a telescope on their hands. They were frightened when a high school girl slowly walked on the crowd zombie. They sighed and put down their telescope as they felt sorry for the girl because they already outcome of the girl if once she was spotted by the zombie. They will surround her and eat her alive. "HEY! HEY! LOOK! FASTER!" one of the seven men exclaimed loudly to his comrades to look outside again. His name is Zeke Santos and the sniper of the team.

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.

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.