Zombies 2 Zed And Addison Kiss Novels & Stories

Tears spilled down in heavy drops. Quinton's knees gave out. He dropped straight down onto the ground. "No way… It wasn't me. How could it be me?" A heavy, suffocating grief swallowed the whole room. It pressed on everyone's chest, making it hard to breathe. Then, from the side where she had been silently standing, Madeline finally stepped forward. Her voice carried just the right amount of confusion as she asked, "But why did the zombie outbreak happen right when it was my birthday?"

Wren looked at Max and asked, “What do you say, Max? You want to go first?” “NO! No, no, no, no, no, and more importantly, NO!” Max said, shaking his head. “I have seen this movie. Whoever goes down there first is the one that gets eaten by the zombies.” “Really? Zombies?” Wren asked. “Hey, with everything that has been going on, there could be zombies. Do you know for a fact there are no zombies down there?” Max asked. “I will go,” Lindsay said as she stepped forward.

They summoned Belinda, hoping she could pull him from his downward spiral. She arrived just in time to witness the nightmare—Connor clutching my rotting corpse in his arms. Her face turned deathly pale. A gag tore from her throat, and she doubled over, retching. "Alpha, what are you doing?" But Connor didn't respond. He just held onto me, drinking like the world outside no longer mattered. Belinda lingered at the entrance, horror flickering across her face. But after a long hesitation, she finally stepped forward, steeling herself, and snatched the bottle from his grip.

SEBASTIAN'S POV. I stick my fangs into his throat and suck the life out of him. I've had enough of their lies, they either tell me where she is or I kill as many of them that cross my path. I stretched my arms to grab another guard and suck the life out of him, that's when they realized that I wasn't just bluffing and started to speak. "My prince, the princess is no longer with us". One of the chiefs said and the others nodded in affirmation.

“Not when you're with me. He lowered his head and slowly took my lips into his. I wrapped my hands around his neck urging him closer. But Zayn can be a little bit heartless when he chooses to be. Just when I was melting into his kiss, he pulled out leaving me in need for more. “If you want more, make your visit snappy.” he mumbled tracing his lips around my neck. “Seriously, this isn't fair. You shouldn't do this to me.” I pleaded holding onto the tip of his shirt. “I ain't doing anything bad pumpkin. Hurry up and go in already.” He placed a quick kiss on my forehead and spun me round to face the dungeon door.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

I wanted to help him get over his addiction and find out what this man had done to my Danny. One day while I was walking home I heard a low growl behind me. Scared I ran towards my gate but something bumped into me and nearly knocked me over on the trashcans kept on the sidewalk. It was night so not many people were around. It was a werewolf who was upon me. I could never forget those eerie grey eyes that bore into me and the sharp teeth that were inches away from my skin. I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth, I was just paralyzed with fear. The wolf’s eyes seemed to zoom in on me for a second as if it found my face familiar. I was merely gazing at it wide-eyed trying to find

I remained silent at the front, with my gun raised and ready the whole time. The emergency lights in the research lab flickered on and off, and the air stank of blood and decay. Distant growls of the zombies rumbled through the halls. We were about to reach the exit when a familiar wail cut through the darkness. "Help… Please, help me!" I took a closer look and saw Esmeralda pinned against a wall by three zombies, their teeth sinking into her. Her right arm had been ripped off, blood gushing like a fountain.

I lifted her chin, my thumb brushing her jaw, and brought my lips close to her ear. “You’ll still break down,” I whispered, pulling back just enough for our eyes to meet. “Under me.” A slow grin spread across my face as I straightened up and turned away, leaving her there, shaken, and breathless. *** ZIMA'S POV The more I talked with Damon, the more I despised him. For the sake of peace and every living soul, Damon shouldn’t even exist. If the world had any mercy, it would wipe him off the face of the earth.

Driven by the scent of the meat, the zombies would mindlessly keep running forward nonstop. The cages were connected directly to generators, which meant those zombies would now produce electricity for me day and night. A few more setups like this, and I’d never have to worry about power again. After solving the electricity problem, the system rewarded me with another huge batch of survival points. And I had already spent part of those points preparing a little surprise for Sharon. The moment Sharon noticed the facial recognition scanner on the gate, her eyes lit up with excitement. The two of us looked almost identical.