Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Monsters

"Oh my God... look down there!" I followed his gaze, and my heart nearly stopped. The entire base was completely overrun. The buildings I once knew were now covered by a writhing black mass of monsters, like ants swarming a hill. And on the mountain peak, the final, bloody act of our little apocalypse played out. Ethan and Chloe were being dragged apart by the horde. The helicopter's noise masked their screams, but I could imagine the terror. Chloe fought desperately, the face that had earned millions of likes on social media now twisted into an ugly mask.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

PROJECT CERBERUS OBJECTIVE: CREATE CONTROLLABLE INFECTED COMBAT UNITS. The room exploded with reactions. "What?" "You're kidding." "No way." Aaron continued reading. His expression grew darker with every line. Someone had tried to weaponize the infection. Even after civilization collapsed. Even after millions died. Someone continued experimenting. Marcus looked disgusted. "Who does that?" Natasha already knew. The same kind of people who caused the outbreak. Greedy people. Powerful people. People who thought they could control monsters. A sudden movement interrupted everyone. Silas reacted first. "Contact!"

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

"FUCKING RIGHT WE DON'T! The bastards down here are no better than the nobles we've known on the surface, did we fear them!?" "NO!" "We're facing people who've thought themselves the top of the food chain for centuries! The Apex predators! What do you say to that!? Are they the apex beings!?" "NO!" "Well who is!?" "We are!" "You're damn right! Vampires!?" "NO!" "Werewolves!?" "NO!" "Elves!?" "NO!" "That's right! Not the vampires, the werewolves, the elves, not even the spirits, are the monsters down here! We are! Tell me again what are we!?"

Seeing the ape beating his chest violently on top of the corpse of the serpent, many times larger, Lucifer stood shocked like an idiot, while Max was grinning beside him. With shock still evident on his face, Lucifer asked whether it's really possible for players and make monster's fight each other, to which Max replied, while he was collecting the drop's from the serpent and the evil priests, noticing a few goodies and a curious pink book, which he kept everything in the loot bag to check later, in the city,” I am not sure, since its too much of a coincidence to find a rare monsters like the Ape here, but I thought I may use it's ego to get some help or we were done for, if we fought two fo

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

They would peel him apart layer by layer to get the information they wanted, to find the trail that led to Carlos, to Abby, to the immune girl Ethel. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn’t block out the sounds. They were the soundtrack to this new world. The virus, the collapse, the monsters that now roamed the earth—they were a plague, a horror beyond comprehension. But this? This calculated cruelty, this betrayal, this willingness to torture and destroy in the name of a twisted, self-serving good? The humans who were left, the ones who had survived, were so much worse. They were the true monsters, and this stone prison was their heart.

That was my cue to finally leave, so I reached the edge and saw Bloom levitating above the ground, her red hair raised and her eyes white as her hands sent power through the dome. “What's going on?” I asked Gabrielle right away. “They're monsters, but not ordinary monsters; they're lethal,” my Beta said with genuine concern. “Whatever Greco did this time, it seems to be working.” Bloom shouted before sending a stronger burst of energy. Then I saw the dome become transparent, and I could finally see hundreds of monsters falling. They all had blood coming from their ears and noses. It was clear that Bloom had fried their brains to the point of quickly destroying them.