Zombies 2 Wyatt Novels & Stories

Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies. Just as one of them lunged forward, about to bite through Dan’s neck, I stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee, calmly looking down at the scene below. “Ruth,” I said lightly, “they’re too loud.” From the shadows behind me, Ruth stepped forward and simply glanced down at the yard. “Boom!” In an instant, the zombies were crushed flat against the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity. The sound of bones shattering rang out, and a moment later, they were all reduced to pulp.

"Please Henry we can't be arguing here there's another bunch of zombies at the front I can't hit them!" "I see that is why you turned back if not you wouldn't have come back" "Henry their voices are close we need to leave now please!" Henry starts the van and drives off aggressively when he gets to where the zombies are they're only twenty of them Henry hit them with the van and they leave.

A gust of wind sent chills through her body, and she turned to see Mason tackling Julian to the ground; both vampires had their fangs bared, just as planned. Zander staggered drunkenly until his vision cleared. He steadied himself and reached into his jacket for his gun; cocking and aiming it at the fighting vampires. His aim constantly shifted as Mason and Julian continued to gain the upper hand on one another; and with another gust of wind, Julian had vanished.

Just like Alice and Harry. Apparently, my aunt was born a werewolf who became a hybrid after getting beaten by a vampire to save her life. That vampire who bit her was none other than Harry, a full-blooded vampire who betrayed his kind for love. The Crimson Shadows Alpha was kind enough to let them live in the territory since they had proved that they were trustworthy and had become one of the pack doctors that treated werewolves.

He reminded me of a snake on two legs. “I don’t see why I should. I was nothing but a payment, anyway,” I ground my teeth. “Did you douse me in memory powder too? Did you fuck me more than I remember? I only remember the one time, and I swear to Hades himself if you did, I’ll make sure you suffer.” Because there is a damn assassin in the house hunting for your ass. Wyatt shook his head, along with his tail, his face turning to mortification. “No, Sunshine, never! I would never do it without your consent!” he said, panicked.

The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice. “And who do we have here?” she spoke in a dry husky voice. A warning bell sounded inside the zombie. A loud one. His instincts were much stronger than those of a human being. However, they worked too late. Livia turned her wheelchair around and stretched out a crooked wrist like a chicken claw. At the same moment, the Dark was roused, heading towards the undead in a death-dealing wave. Zomzom twitched in a fit of horror, but he couldn’t move. His limbs froze. He felt as if he’d turned into a puppet. A doll with only his eyes alive.

Art/Mana: 90/100 the right eye of the zombie now is damaged and can't see anything therefor Art don't let this chance slip and moves to its blind spot using his past mistake art silently moving in the blind spot of the zombie while the zombie is still looking furiously around and cant find Art! but it saw Kaye and Christian!! the zombie rush to them but before it can move any further Art stab its head and fall to the ground then die Art immediately loot the zombie so that it won't reanimate and so Kaye do the same to the 2 zombies it was a hard fight and Art is completely exhausted while Christian is unconscious thankfully Kaye arrives and if she didn't, those 2 surely dies

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

The heavy pickup was still putting up a fight—its machine gun blazing—but it couldn't put a dent in the Tier 2 strength-type zombie, only pissing it off more. "NO! I WON'T GO DOWN LIKE THIS—!" Keith's desperate roar was cut short as the Tier 2 giant zombie charged the truck. BAM! A massive fist slammed into the hood. The front end caved in, black smoke pouring from the engine. The giant grabbed the twisted door, ripped it off like a bag of chips, and yanked Keith out. "HELP—!" CRUNCH. Silence. Jake watched Keith's body collapse into a shapeless pulp of blood and bone. He set his cola aside.

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a