Supernatural Recon Task Force Mission 2 (Draft 1)Midnight. It’s hot. It’s always hot, at least for my kind. One of the drawbacks of being from a planet with no sun. Any other planet orbiting a star is like a sauna, whether you’re at the equator or the ice caps. Fortunately, I’ve lived off of Penumbral for so long, I won’t be dying from heat stroke, at least not right now. Such is the life of a vampire.Supernatural Recon Task Force Mission 2 (Draft 1) by ~M12G
I’m sitting in a tree across the street from a small, unassuming house in the middle of a sleepy suburb. Behind it, off in the distance, I can see the lights of the metropolis, and if I listen hard enough, my enhanced hearing can cut through the white noise provided by the local insect population, and I can pick up some of the hustle and bustle of said city. To be honest, I wish I was there instead of there. I hate silence and darkness. I prefer the hustle and bustle and bright lights only a city of light dwellers can provide. One of the many reasons I decided to leave home, that and…
Dead Horse Rising - 65 Bringing up the rear, just behind Miranda, Mortimer was last to see the scene of devastation and carnage that lay before them.Dead Horse Rising - 65 by ~Kereth-Midknight
The kitchen door had not been torn off its hinges, like one or two of the other doors had, but the latch had still been ripped through the edge of the frame, suggesting the violence with which it had previously been opened. A large gash had be punched in the side of a cabinet by the knob, but this was minor compared to the damage the rest of the room had suffered.
The fridge had actually been pulled over on its face, doors open wide, and the cool chill of its continued operation could be felt across the floor when they entered, the glow visible beneath the edges of the toppled appliance before the energy-saving bulbs in the ceiling lamps had time to work their way up to full power. The more sophisticated mechanisms of the device might still have been functional, but the doors would likely never close again, a
Dead Horse Rising - 64 "Are you really sure about this? I mean, this car belongs to somebody, you know?"Dead Horse Rising - 64 by ~Kereth-Midknight
"I know," John said, trying to break away the irritatingly flexible and resilient plastic casing around the steering column. "I feel the same way about it, but look at our situation. The rental place isn't going to open, the buses are all stopped, and there's no way we're going to get a taxi, but we can't be expected to stay in this town, if we can help it. We need a ride."
He wedged the crowbar further in, trying to get better leverage. The plastic around the small opening he had made stretched with great effort, but it didn't break.
"I guess so. It just doesn't feel right. I mean, there's somebody's stuff in here and everything." Stephen leaned down near where John was working, peering into the back seat of the car. A child's car seat, fast food wrappers and various minor odds and ends were strew
Fallout: NV - The Plague S:2Fallout: NV - The Plague S:2 by ~dazombiekila
Dave sat in a dark, damp cave, listening to Radio New Vegas and the zombies clawing at makeshift barricade he put up. He was smoking a cigarette and and tapping his foot to the music. He was listening to the song "Sit and Dream". That's what he had been doing for the past three months. That's all he could do, sit and dream.
He was in Zion Vally and had done as Albert had instructed. But when he reached the Dead Horeses camp, it was to late. They had all turned into slow-moving, flesh-eating, mindless, monsters. He managed to escape to a cave. But this cave seemed more like a prison now. At first it had supplies in it, but those quickly ran out and he was now living on one can of Pork'n Beans a day. He only had three more clips for his Assault Carbine and he wanted to be sure he had one bullet for himself. So he kept a 45. Pistol in his holster.
A few days ago he had a survivor come to his cave. The
The Flesheater strain, chapter 5Meanwhile the group had just set off from Surrey Quays and were being guided there by Corporal Mitchell. They had come to a large brown brick building which consisted of several shops. The street was filled with debris and abandoned cars. As they walked on, they passed what was left of a body. Most of its insides had been torn out and what remained had been left out to rot in the sun creating an unbearable smell. Leon gagged for a second and then continued aiming with his rifle.The Flesheater strain, chapter 5 by ~Mrgreen36
At the front, Mitchell was leading the group while Noah and George followed him.
“How do you know we’re going the right way?” asked George “This isn’t a route I’d normally take”
“Well this is the way I got here” replied Mitchell “I don’t want to get lost, especially in times like this”
“But still…” said George
“Relax” said Noah “If he got all the way to Surrey Quays on his own, he can easily get all of u
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