Zombieland Jesse Novels & Stories

Jess nodded her head in a daze. Who was Jess kidding no where was going to be safe. Not for her or anyone around her. Jedd now had more power over her in death than he did in life. Jess knew that somehow Jedd had found a way to throw Trevor over that railing. He was thrown just as she was thrown in that hospital room.

Tessa sobbed, shaking her head. "Firstly, Let's just...Run!!!" Jake said. They turned and began to run. Their eyes fell upon a man who was going, in the opposite direction. "No! Don't!" Tessa waved her hands. Jake recognized him as the boss of the dark hunters at once. Clyde!. "Don't go!" Tessa warned but it was too late. The zombies had their hands on him. He struggled but he was helpless. His phone began ringing... "Let's go back in," Jake said, as they watched them already distracted since they were all eating him.

Jesse laughed wickedly and said, “Of course I can let them go. After all, I need someone to spread the great news of me killing two captains from Admiralporium!” Willow’s eyes were filled with tears as she said, “This is so frustrating! I haven’t become a master-level fighter yet, and I have to die now!” “Don’t worry. None of you are going to die today.” Kayson took a step forward and offered them a smile. Campian was shocked. “Mr. Yarde, you…” Jesse chuckled. “Seems to me that you have a death wish. Very well, then. I shall grant your wish!”

"Jesse, what's been bothering you? I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell us." Jesse sighed, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "There are things you all need to know," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "Secrets that have haunted me for centuries." We leaned in, our curiosity piqued. Jesse took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelations that were about to come. "I am not just a vampire," he confessed. "I am a descendant of an ancient bloodline, one that holds immense power and a dark legacy." Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words.

He asked in a flat voice. "Um... I don't know." She shook her head. Jesse said nothing and walked out of the room. He felt like a zombie who'd just woken up after being bitten by another zombie. He couldn't think or do anything else except look for a taxi to take him home. ~~~~~

My voice was soft, yet each word pierced the heart, "Hans, do you know that you pushed me into a horde of zombies in my past life?" His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. "W... What are you saying?" I did not answer but only nodded to the skipper. The speedboat's engine roared, accelerating away. Behind me came Winnie's piercing scream, followed by Hans's desperate curses. "Clarissa! I'll haunt you even in death!" I did not turn back. The sea breeze brushed my cheek, carrying away the last tear. My new life was about to begin. Back in the safe zone, everyone was enveloped in a deathly silence of despair upon hearing that the final vaccine was gone.

Wondering how the authorities were going to explain what they were about to find, Viktor smiled and walked casually away from the dormitory. Back up in her room, Leesa swung the door closed. Bain and Dral took up their usual positions beside the door while Leesa spun around to face Cali. “What were you thinking?” she said. “Fighting a zombie with a freaking fire extinguisher?” Cali shrugged. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? It slowed the thing down.” Leesa could still picture Cali spraying the extinguisher into the monster’s face. She remembered how scared she’d been for Cali.

Jesse laughed wickedly and said, “Of course I can let them go. After all, I need someone to spread the great news of me killing two captains from Admiralporium!” Willow’s eyes were filled with tears as she said, “This is so frustrating! I haven’t become a master-level fighter yet, and I have to die now!” “Don’t worry. None of you are going to die today.” Kayson took a step forward and offered them a smile. Campian was shocked. “Mr. Yarde, you…” Jesse chuckled. “Seems to me that you have a death wish. Very well, then. I shall grant your wish!”

For someone like Warren, someone who had clawed his way up from the bottom, people like her, full of light and goodness, were irresistible. "I'll make it up to you," Warren said quietly. "Don't hate me anymore." He glanced at the helicopter above…and jumped. He leapt straight into the sea of zombies below, drawing them away from the helicopter. "Raarh!" "Raarh!" The zombies followed him like a collapsing wave, pouring over the edge after him. Jasmine stared down in shock. Her face went completely still. And then she heard another voice. "Warren!" Ellen had already climbed halfway up the ladder.

"I think you have to start calling me Kimberly now, silly. Elizabeth Summers is dead, don't you know?" He chuckled and then his face sobered, "I can't believe you're here. When I got the call, I flew to New York. I went to where you worked. I took one look at what was left of your office, your car still sitting in the parking lot, and I swear something in me died, too. I didn't know how I was going to live without you." "I know," I whispered. "When they told me that they faked my death, that I could never go back, I wondered if it wouldn't have been better if the vampire killed me. That would have been a lot easier than walking away from you."