"Nothing else looked quite so wrong as these creatures. They bristled with energy, a pulse, a desire for flesh of its own kind, the only driving force in its entirely otherwise empty vessel. They were so, so alive, but devoid of anything that made them so. No kindness, no heart, none of that grand old word - human. And yet only the eyes were dead. 'Shark eyes' Harley had once called them and Will was reminded of that speech in Jaws, remembering the hair-raising chill he had gotten the first time he had heard it. Shark eyes was such a perfect way to describe them. They bore their way into your soul, worming in so deep that to ever be rid of them would take little less than clawing your own eyes out."
Seven years ago, the world experienced its first major zombie out break, leading to some cities being sealed off to protect the future. So when Will and the rest of the passengers aboard flight 127, crash land in one of these areas, they are frankly terrified. Plane crash, zombies, and basic survival seem hard enough but when they run into those they left behind?
Things are about to take a turn...
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In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined.
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As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live.
But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else.
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I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow.
Glowing eyes were not normal.
Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal.
What was I then? For that, I had no answer
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Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given.
Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.