He grabs the zombie by the head, smashing its head repeatedly unto the hardened wall before shoving the zombie unto the floor. “Rest in pieces” he whispers before pulling his trigger stemming the zombie's head to blast off onto the carpet rug on the floor. He watches the blood spill unto his trousers and shoes, “Why? I need to take a bath”he says in irritated manner Reaper walks upstairs passing by some rooms with their doors wide opened, he kept on walking like he knows where he was heading. Then he ceased walking, rushing into a room, he could see the tub with water dropping hurriedly from the tap above. “This looks okay” he scoffs after subtracting his shirt, then he unbuckled his trouser leaving him only with a underpant. Then he proceeds into the bathroom, banging the door closed from behind.
He quickly strips himself of his clothes and enters the bathtub, sighing when his back hits the warm water.“God, this feels so nice” he moans, closing his eyes as he sinks further. He felt something touch his neck, snapping open, he looks up and sees one of his many pet zombies staring at him with its blank eyes. It lifts its hand and places it onto the side of his neck, slowly trailing it down until it reaches his chin. “Fuck” Reaper grunts, he turns and starts to splash water at the creature who has now taken hold of his leg. His other leg is grabbed and thrown over the side of the tub. The creature begins to suck on his flesh, Reaper screams trying to move away but the zombie keeps its grip firm, he kicks the zombie, again and again, and he tries his best to escape but it’s no use. Eventually, he gave up trying and just let the beast do what it will.He opens his eyes, “Wake up” he hears a voice say. Reaper sits upright, looking around to see who’s talking to him. He glances at th
Then he sees a stranger throwing roasted beef at his dog “Hey! You fucking asshole!” Reaper shouts jumping out of bed grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. “What the hell are you doing here, bitch?” he yells, glaring at the stranger who’s still holding a plate.“I think you were having nightmares. And if you don’t mind my intrusion, you should stop yelling at me.”Reaper stops and stares at the man, not saying a word for the moment. “Are you deaf? Or just stupid? I asked what you were doing here?”The man rolls his eyes and walks toward the stairs,
The voices of people echoed in the bar while they celebrate their food feast, then the door opens to reveal the figure of a man.He wore an old black coat and a mask that covered his entire face except for his eyes, which were covered by the same black mask he wore when going out on his missions.The group of people at the table looked up but said nothing, just continued eating. The stranger took a seat near them and asked if anyone wanted anything to drink. When no one said anything, he ordered a beer for himself and some wine for the rest of the group before sitting down to watch the game playing on TV. “Why are you here?” one of the men asked him “To kill you” The masked man answeredIt was silent again until one of the people spoke up “What does he mean by killing us?”“I’m not talking about killing you, I want all of you dead” he answered slamming his fist unto the table “What did you say?” another person asked him“You heard me” The people around him got even mor
At the creepy mansion all dark and empty, the passage covered in cobwebs, the walls and the floor stained red, the windows boarded up. Then the door opens to reveal a Deadman entering with some men here to assist him. They are wearing old-fashioned suits and ties."I warned you all to stay behind, since Don wants you by my side, no problem," The dead man says.His men point to what used to be a bed. It was torn apart. Its mattress is ripped up. And on top of it laid a corpse. “I'm Rocco and I follow the order,” one of the men says who seems to be the leader who accompanied Deadman to the haunted abandoned house. “And besides Don paid me to look after you” he adds and gestures at the body. “Now let's get this over with” He goes closer to the body and pulls off the sheet covering it so he can see what exactly is inside the body.The Deadman laughs menacingly."You know what happens if you try to touch that body, right?""So? That thing looks like trash"Deadman turns to his s
Meanwhile, in the city, a few survivors could be seen wandering on the lonely street. They were all equipped with supplies and weapons, carrying everything they owned with them as they move along the streets. “We have been walking for a week now, and I need to take a rest.” a small boy says while pulling along his backpack behind him. “If we think of stopping, then we end up dead. Walking around dead instead of being Alive” A man leading them threatened with a growl “Don't be harsh, he's just a little boy” a woman says to him.“He needs to learn how to behave and listen to his elders” the man responds with a snarl.They continue walking, following the path that leads them to the edge of the town and then further.“Maybe if you would stop acting like such a baby, we would be in this situation” The woman complains.“Stop it, both of you,” A guy said.“Look, just calm down for one minute, and let's walk some
The sun rose the next day, bathing the city in sunlight once again. Paul stood up to his feet, looking at the little boy still sleeping, he smiled. It was the first time he saw someone peacefully asleep since the apocalypse began. “Everyone of you, up!" the group leader enters shouting at the top of his voice, kicking the little boy asleep on the floor. “Hey boy, up!” “I don't think it's nice to kick someone like that" Paul growls.“It's fine.” The little boy answered.Paul shakes his head and turns away. “Get ready. The sooner we start moving, the better” The group leader says walking towards the exit of the house.The rest of the survivors gather their belongings and follow the group leader out of the house. “Are you okay?” Paul asked while looking at the young boy who was sweating repeatedly. He looked tired but he wasn't showing signs of fainting.“I'm fine,” the little boy answers. “Just a little cold” he finishes with a cough.“Okay, if you're sure,” Paul
“Thank you,” Paul says to the female stranger while she drifted the Car into a street. “No problem.” She replied. She looks straight at Paul.“Can you help us?" Paul asks."Yes. What happened?" She replies.“We need a medic, my friend here isn't doing fine” Paul requested “Don't worry, your friend will be taken care of” she says as the car drives stopping before a huge wall made of wood. Then a large door opened allowing the car to infiltrate the strange surrounding. Paul noticed the guards watching the vehicle as it passed by. And also the other survivors, humans that are still alive. “Where is this?” he asked “This is the City of Nevada, for survivors of the Apocalypse," the lady says while stopping the car at a park. She alighted with the other doing the same thing. “This place is a refuge for survivors and the people who were killed during the outbreak... or were infected after being bit