Novels by Goldy Lock

A chill crept through Olivia’s entire body, causing her to shiver slightly. Even so, the air felt too warm, sweat continued to stream down her temples, while her breathing was heavy and ragged.Olivia opened her eyes. She gazed at the ceiling of her room, lined with intricately carved wooden panels, each corner adorned with gold detailing, reflecting the soft light from hidden lamps installed in the recesses of the ceiling.She woke up on her large bed. Her purple bedsheets looked slightly rumpled, like wilted orchids, and a thick blanket covered her trembling body."Ugh…" she groaned as she felt excruciating pain in her bitten arm. She struggled to sit up. Her head was throbbing, and her vision was spinning slightly. Olivia pressed her temples, trying to ease the dizziness she was feeling.After a few minutes had passed, the dizziness finally subsided. Now she felt thirsty. She turned toward the small table next to the bed, where she usually kept her drinking water.Olivia picked up

"Grrrhhahh"Three zombies emerged from the aisle of instant food shelves. Cans of sardines and instant noodles fell everywhere as the zombies stumbled into the edges of the shelves.One of the zombies was still wearing a convenience store employee uniform. Its nearly detached name tag swayed as it staggered forward."Watch out, man," Alexander whispered as a warning.He kicked over a light shelf filled with rows of tissues, blocking two zombies at once. Argan closed the open backroom door and wedged it shut with a shopping cart.The fight in that cramped space was brutal and fast-paced. Alexander swung his crowbar swiftly and parried a bite with his elbow, then drove it down into the zombie’s jaw, delivering a barrage of blows that shattered the zombie’s skull.Alexander’s body moved on reflex, years of working as a bodyguard and facing various situations had trained him to anticipate the direction of an attack and his opponent’s movements.Thud! Crack!Argan swung his baseball bat to

#Ashford’s Underground Parking Garage#The air inside the underground parking garage, mingled with the smell of gasoline and oil, grew increasingly stifling as time passed, making it hard for them to breathe.Alexander stood in front of the steel door they had locked since yesterday. The splatters of blood and brain matter that had stained the floor had been cleaned up as best they could. Alan’s body had also been moved outside and covered with whatever cloth they could find. But a sense of horror still haunted their minds.Argan sat on the floor, his back leaning against a concrete pillar whose white paint was beginning to fade under a layer of dust; his hands were busy checking the digital map on his small tablet, which was still on but running on its last bit of battery."The nearest aid station should be in District 5," he muttered. "But the cell signal is completely dead. We need to find a radio or some high-frequency communication device."Alexander nodded. "Yeah. But before tha

Ashford city parking lots Alan, or whatever he was now, lunged toward Mike. Alexander quickly pulled the young man back, and Argan fired two shots at Alan. Alan’s head was blown to pieces, and his body collapsed, dead for the second time. Fear crept into the hearts of those remaining in the room. A young woman named Sofie screamed loudly and wept. Mike, who had nearly been attacked, curled up in the corner of the room, clutching his head, while Robert tried to calm him down. Mrs. Sarah and her son Jake, who had been rescued earlier, hugged each other in fear. "Listen!" Alexander raised his voice, trying to take control of the situation. "If you’ve been bitten, it seems the infection takes about four hours to fully take hold. We have to check all the wounds right now. Anyone who’s been bitten needs to be isolated." Argan nodded firmly. "I’ll help check. You guys should check each other," Argan said to Mrs. Sarah and Sofie, who was still sobbing uncontrollably. Mrs. Sarah nod

Bang!A bullet pierced the head of the man who had lunged at Alexander. Blood spattered, soaking the shirt he was wearing. The man fell instantly right in front of him.The people around them immediately scattered, fearing more shots would follow. Meanwhile, a few who had lost their wits actually ran toward the sound of the gunshot.In the distance, several more gunshots rang out, and the people who had been running in that direction began to fall.Alexander gasped for breath. He hadn’t expected the man he’d helped to suddenly attack him and die in an instant."Frost!" A familiar voice called out to him from the right side. He turned and saw a figure he knew well, Argan Donovan, his former colleague who had now chosen to become a detective. Emerging from the corner of the street leading to the apartment parking lot.Argan was clad in a dark jacket and clutched the automatic pistol he always carried."Argan?" Alexander laid the body of the man—who now lay lifeless on the ground—on its

The City of AshfordAlexander drove his car out of the parking lot of the largest mall in Ashford, with a stack of gifts he had bought using his last paycheck after finally quitting the job he had held for years.The handsome man of mixed Asian heritage ran his fingers through his black hair and exhaled slowly. He hadn’t actually intended to resign anytime soon. But his mother had just remarried a few days ago. News that came as a huge shock to him.Ever since his father passed away, Alexander had been his mother’s only family. That was why, even though she now had a new family, his mother kept urging him to move with her.At first, Alexander refused. He didn’t want to leave this city. The place that had witnessed all his life’s struggles, the place where he’d lost his love. It was sad, yes, but that was precisely why he’d stayed here. Perhaps because he was still waiting, still hoping that girl would come back.But after hearing his mother cry on the phone for nearly half an hour, co