THE APOCALYPTIC RISE OF ADAM

Chp 95 - Pulp Of Black Matters

Adam’s legs were cramping.

The rotten smell of the zombie on him had penetrated his brain so much that he couldn’t recall what clean air smelled like.

He wanted to distance himself as far as possible from everything that smelled of the dead.

Still, the zombies move around the rooms.

The early morning light cut through the windows and the broken door.

Illuminating the four zombies who refused to get out of the house.

While Adam and Layla lay underneath the zombies, the zombies came and went.

They had all gone towards the dead figure sitting up in bed when they first entered.

Then, with sounds of disappointment, they all moved away from the blown-up figure.

That was when the frantic search around the room began.

When they saw no living being, their agitation calmed down.

Most of them looked around in confusion as they snarled, growled, and sniffed the air in turn like hounds.

Adam was certain he would never get those sounds out of his head, no matter how long he lived.

He wondered how L