She wasn't feeling much.
In fact, both her senses and awareness were limited, for she was currently part of a gigantic mass of flesh.
She was right at the center.
Maybe it was because her individuality was slowly disappearing, but she had a small moment of clarity. Right as her zombie part was slowly integrating into a greater consciousness, her human side, which had disappeared ever since she became a zombie, reappeared.
As her reason came back, it was hit with a truckload of memories, and she was met with horror. It wasn't just what she became or what she did, but also where she was. She could only see darkness, she could hear nothing, she could only feel a wriggling wall of flesh all around, as if she was bathing in it.
Ok, this time you should have nothing to complain about length-wise. This was 100% justified. I can't see how anything could go after that in the same chapter.
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… Left: You sure took your time. Right: We almost thought you weren't going to wake up. -So what's the choice? I'm in a bit of a hurry, which seems to be something you both aren't noticing! Who thought I'd sleep through my alarm clock. Right: Today, in view of your situation, we're going easy on you. Do they have an interest in my well-being? Are there some rules they didn't tell me about? They had orders to choose someone and have them choose, could it be that preserving the life of the one they chose is part of the
How troublesome… Lately, it seemed to be the only thought getting through his mind. As the Secretary of Defense of the United States, he was supposed to have some level of authority, but, with the recent events, things had too much of a tendency to be out of his hands. With supernatural matters that could threaten national security visible to the public, he felt like he visited the President's desk more than his own. It could almost be seen as enough to warrant the creation of a highly secure internal mailing system, if such a system wasn't deemed to be eventually broken through. In fact, it could be observed that he was seen in the White House than the cans of coke the president kept drinking. Today was no different.
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… I'm late! Who thought I'd sleep through my alarm clock… I hurry up, get dressed, and leave my room. I'm late by almost 4 hours. As I get down the stairs, I seriously consider the utility of actually going. I have about 6 hours and a half of courses in the day. Minus 4 hours it makes it down to 2 and a half. Minus the time to eat, and the 30 minutes to walk all the way there, it would eat 1 more hour into it. In the end, is it worth walking 1 hour in total to have 1 hour and a half of courses? As I enter my home, I find my sister already there, nibbling on a cookie in the kitchen. -You're here? -I finished early and I had nothing planned, so... -I see. I put down my stuff, and join her after-school snack. -Oh, by the way, wanna eat something particular today? I turn around. It was my voice, but it didn't come from me. Turns out that one face is sticking out from the kitchen's entrance, and it's mine. Well, not mine per se, but mine.<Give me a word I'll make a world Volume 10 - re:D.D. (25) - Weirded Out
Author's Note: Hi, it's ClemCa, the author. This novel already had 8 completed volumes and 1 incomplete volume by the time I went on hiatus in late 2018. Now that I got back to it and switched platforms, I'm going through the chapters correcting some mistakes, and rewriting quite a few sentences. The content itself however is not prone to change. If you wish to, do not hesitate though to join the discord and propose keywords there for future volumes. https://discord.gg/9GMFzWZ Have a nice reading! Keywords: potato/chicken/alchemy/capitalism/light saber It's been around 4 centuries since Gimmindiot struck it rich…
Keywords: cultivator/modern world/genderbender/death & reincarnation/mechs -We need you to solve an important problem… Our competitors are catching up to us, prepared chickens aren't enough anymore and our furnace budget is skyrocketing! We need to find an alchemy formula to transform potatoes directly into a cooked chicken! Rald was surprised. Not because he was the best alchemist of his era, that, he knew. Not because they came to find him to find a solution, that, he expected it. But because they compared him to himself! Himself? Yes! He's Merlin. He's
Keywords: system/kick/emperor/psycho/second chance -We need you to solve an important problem… Our competitors are catching up to us, prepared chickens aren't enough anymore and our furnace budget is skyrocketing! We need to find an alchemy formula to transform potatoes directly into a cooked chicken! […] He's Merlin.He's the daughter of Gimmin Diot. […] Then a light flashed in his eyes as he opened his head. He took his brain as well as his donger, placed it in a bottle, before closing it. His finger then pointed to the bottles as he seemed to be searching for a particular one. He found a bottle with a post-it. On it was written "Interesting Assassin". <
Keywords: shop/artifact/deer/sword/flying Not only did that man manage to hide his presence from her, but he also visibly wanted to do a show of force to her, as he filled not one, but a few hundred glasses, without letting a single drop of blood fall to the floor. [...] She somehow had a strong, imperious feeling that she not only NEEDED to kill him but also had to keep his intact brain and sexual parts… After some time pondering she didn't find the source of it, but she felt that it came from her entire being. […] She then became Rald again. Without losing a second, he washed himself of all the blood wi