Zombieland Saga Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

" Chloe , are you there? Come in. It's me. It is Badmus. " There was a little movement. Chloe raised her tired body to lean on the wall . Through the darkness, all Badmus could see was w sort of ghost. Chloe obviously seemed like she was a ghost. Of course, she was . A ghost of her her own self. The suffering she had had to go through was not all that crushed her willpower to fight . The torment of the thought that she had had to sacrifice herself just to help Jael was killing her. Because of the brat, her very close friends ,Anna and Belle, who were more than friends but sisters had lost their lives. And here she was, slowly losing her own life.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

"Why are you so intent on finding them?!" "Because my mother might still be alive!",muttered Zane. "When, my planet was being overrun by vampires. Some werewolves escaped into the forest of deception and the forest of deception on my planet took them to the forest of deception of some other kingdom. I need to find where they were taken." "What if they were taken to Pamlivam?" "Then I'll go there.... whatever it takes" "You know that you're being crazy, right?" Zane smiled and gave Natalie a squeeze with his right hand.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld.

Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood. He ended up snuggling his head deep in the woman's throat. She immediately flinched at his action. She's scared that the man holding her right now might be the last straw... One bite from him and she will definitely snap out of life. But instead of a nerve-racking fang, she felt his tounge glide through her wounds. Lapping all the flowing blood on her neck and sniffing every single second like a hungry animal. She finally lost hope and felt herself giving up. Her head spun and a sensation of something heavy inside her head pulled all her sanity out. She felt like she's falling down in a very dark pit before everything went black.

Jasper’s voice was filled with both concern and hope as he asked, “Do you really think it’s the zombie blood that would make the difference?” “I’m just as eager to get Lila out of there as you are,” Ben firmly said. “My gut tells me that you need to incorporate the zombie blood and my gut is rarely wrong.” “I can only imagine what Marcus will say if I tell him that I want to put zombie venom into his pack,” Jasper said. “He’ll probably reject the idea,” Ben said. “Wolves hate zombies more than they do vampires and witches.” His statement made Jasper’s expression shift as he said, “I forgot that the wolves and the witches aren’t friends.”

“It's a... high-level zombie, probably a monarch zombie.” “Monarch? Are you kidding me? What are we doing here then? Let's f*cking go home, old hag!” Patrick screamed, wanting to enter the humvee.

A zombie lunged at him and clamped its jaw down on his waist. A miserable scream escaped him. Blood instantly soaked through his clothes. Even then, he kept crawling forward, like he didn't understand what was happening. The zombies tore into his limbs in a frenzy. Flesh and blood flew everywhere in a chaotic mess. "I'm sorry, Mom… I'm so sorry…" His voice broke into fragments as he was being eaten alive. "I shouldn't have trusted… Madeline… and I shouldn't have… ignored Selene…" His voice grew weaker, but he kept mumbling, "I killed everyone at the base…"

His finger curled and pressed, and I completely shattered. The world around me began to fade as he moved his finger even faster. I could feel his palm striking against my pussy while he flicked, twisted, and curled his finger inside me. Then his thumb settled on my clit, and he began rubbing them together. I thought I was going to climax. I thought that was it. Then, suddenly, a growl shattered the moment. I realized a zombie had found us. The instant it lunged at us, Miguel grunted, yanked his hand out of my panties, spun around, and punched the zombie in the head, splitting its skull down the middle.

I lead her to the spot where the red dirt forms natural stairs down to a small pool. "We sat right here," I say, pointing to a flat, sun-baked patch of crimson earth. "You brought a sketchbook. You used to draw everything back then. You told me that this place reminded you of Mars, and that if the world ever ended, you’d want to be 'marooned' here with me." Zia walks to the edge of the water, squatting down to touch the red mud. She looks up at me, her expression guarded but curious. "Did I really say that? It sounds so... cheesy."