Zombies Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

*EARLIER* after arriving midway at the stairs we spot dozen of zombies at the 2nd floor and most of them are at the corridor but there were some that are inside the rooms "There are too many of them here"- Timothy "can we really kill all those zombie"- Dessa we observe the zombie and there were some noticeable ones the one that using his hands and foot for walking with a twisted body and bulkier than other zombies and this special one... it ate zombie that is nearing it while standing 6ft tall

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

Then he swirled around to see the little demons creeping out from under the bed. Yes, he knew he had not imagined them. The room was so dark that the only thing he could see were their malevolent glowing eyes. Pairs of red, glowing eyes started appearing all over the room as the monsters crept out from under the bed, each of them no higher than two feet. They closed in on him, causing his chest to pant faster, his breath to become heavier. “Daddy!!!!!” he screamed.

By the end of a fortnight, the compound had another twenty recovered zombies joining their cause. Kendra and Rex were kept busy hunting to keep food on the table. Eddie proved to be an adept hunter. He also was wise to the areas that the zombies favored. They took advantage of both of these things whenever possible.

She doubted a zombie would be able to locate her there, even an advanced zombie. One of the things about zombies that stayed with them, no matter how much of their thinking and motor skills returned was the fact that they had poor night vision, depth perception, and were color blind. Those factors went in her favor since the opening to the root cellar was beneath a very realistic looking shrub that was attached to the trap door. Its coloring varied from those it was amongst only by the slightest degree and, unless you ran your hand over it, you’d never guess it wasn’t real. Combine that to the fact that it was nighttime, and she felt safe in her selection of hiding places.

Racing to the great room, she grabbed a pair of binoculars that hung ready for use on a hook near the picture window and peered through them. The oversized window in the great room gave her a better angle to look from. That, plus the assistance of the binoculars, allowed her to scrutinize the man’s face. Her blood ran cold when she saw the lifeless eyes and odd colored flesh. This had to be a zombie. She didn’t have to have experience in what they looked like to know that this was one.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Liam sighed as he bent to pick it up again. But when the diary fell, the strap removed and few pages of it were exposed. Liam was about to close it up when his eyes fell on a word boldly written in capital letters in it. "ZORI??"' He said out loud. ___ Zoriana's anxiety knew no bounds when she had walked in the cafe and couldn't find her diary anywhere around. She even asked few people around if they saw it but no one there did. Although she was downcasted she knew she had to leave as she wasn't having time on her side. However, before leaving, she dropped her contact info with the security of the Cafe in other for him to easily contact her should they come across it anytime in the near futu

Chapter 39 Location: red blood pack. Hermione's POV "Two day's?!" I shierk. Two f**king days?!. I've been unconcious for f**king forty eight hours. How the f**k is that possible. Why is it even possible?. It's extremely rare and unusual. That's explains why I feel both dead and alive. I feel half zombie, half human. It's pretty akward and uncomfortable. Was brother Rowans blood cure excessively effective?.

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------