Zombieland Rule Double Tap Novels & Stories

“Yeah, save us with your intelligence. Don’t let us fail this quiz.” I grinned at both of them. “Only if I can, haha.” They knew me too well. Cheating? Not in my vocabulary. Any kind of cheating was absolutely off-limits. “Number one…” Mr. Landers began, and I immediately stopped smiling. Focus, Reign. You need to ace this quiz. Serious mode activated. “Reign, save us! Please, have mercy on us!” Chris whispered dramatically, hands raised in mock pleading. I gestured sharply at him to be quiet. He pouted immediately. Nice try, Chris. Your pleading face will not work on me today.

"Now that this thing doesn't have any way to attack..all we have to do is disable it's movement...." With another swing of his sword aiming at the lower half of it's body, the zombie fall down effortlessly to the ground with all 4 limbs no longer connected to it's body. "GOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!..".(Zombie Lord) Shouts and growls was the only thing it can do, falling on it's face the ever menacing zombie lord who owns the Dwertur catacombs for 5000 years falls under 1 minutes. "Stop shouting you ugly bastard…Just die…".

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

In some weird crazy way, the twins made me happy. ~~~ The morning came by and I woke up alone on the bec. None of the twins was in bed and from how cold the sheets were, it was safe to say that they left during the dinosaur era. I yawned peacefully and got out of the bed for a small stretch. My arms felt like I was in a sparring match with none but Dwayne The Rock Johnson and he did a very good number on me. Right when I was about to walk to the bathroom, there came a soft knock on the door.

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

Cali said. She pulled a pen from behind her ear and bent over the zombie Rave had crippled. The pen was typical Cali, fashioned of sparkly purple metal with a tuft of bright lavender fur hanging from the end. Without hesitation, she plunged the point into the thing’s eyeball, and then used her palm to push the pen deep into its brain. Nothing was left showing of the pen but a bit of purple and the lavender fur. The creature’s eyes stopped moving and the moaning ceased. Cali looked up and smiled. “Rule ninety-one: Never leave a live zombie at your back.” She stood up. “Now we can go.”

Twins do think a like. "Small fry, is that really all you have for insults. What did you hit your head today? I think you managed to lose more brain cells than you already had." I sneered at him. I heard him grunt and lunge once again towards me. Gotcha you dummy. A rule of combat, never let the enemy press your buttons. Instead of evading his attack, I moved enough out of the way to avoid his punch, but grabbed his arm. With a wink I dove underneath him, dragging his body weight down and making him roll towards the ground. Making quick work, I placed my feet on his chest and launched him over. He landed with a solid thud and grunted as his back hit the ground.

"Rule #7: Family stays out if this." "Rule #8: No cutting classes." Javier smirked, knowing both barely even went to even simply homeroom. He then laughed, "And Rule #9: No one uses the zombies for anything." And as they nodded in agreement and went off, they agreed upon the unspoken tenth rule: none of this will be spoken to anyone else, no matter what.

“You must destroy another couple’s relationship completely.” A deafening silence stretched across the living room. Even the chatter stopped. “I want to see emotional collapse, betrayal, jealousy, violence. Give us a show. ” The doll clapped its tiny hands. The screen flashed red. The headline read “RULES." The rules were as follows:- * No direct killing. * Psychological manipulation encouraged. * If a partner willingly harms their lover, the team responsible automatic advance. Gasps erupted. So this was it, the system was trying to get use to kill ourselves.