Novel & Cerita Dead Space 2 Stalkers

I murmured under my breath. Ezra’s team was already here. I thought we were fast enough — we adjusted our plan right after resting and set off without even a moment to catch our breath. Yet Ezra still managed to get here before us and intercept us. Smart bastard. The basin below us looked like horrifying. Dust rolled in silver clouds under the moon. Broken stone was scattered everywhere. One Stalker lay twisted near the western shelf, its fur black with blood. Another had collapsed near a boulder with its throat ripped open so badly I could see the shine of bone under the torn flesh.

They tried to lose their stalkers, but they didn’t know the city. “What is it this time? I want to bait them in an alley to find out who sent them and why they’re after me this time. Lord Meozo better not be back again.” “Our stalkers are vampires. We should indeed get them to follow us into an alley, to at least lure them away from humans. Lord Meozo cannot return, you made sure of that.” “Authorities said that 15 years ago and they were dead wrong,” said Coralis.

a Beta muttered, using the tip of his sword to flip a raider's arm over. Rhys knelt beside him. On the inner forearm of the dead man was a mark that looked like it had been branded with acid. It was a raised, keloid scar in the shape of a weeping eye, the iris formed by a series of interlocking, jagged teeth. "Stalkers," Rhys growled, his voice a low vibration that made the gravel beneath his boots rattle. "They only have targets." "But who is the target?" I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. I stepped closer, keeping my distance from the bodies. "They pursued the five heavy wagons with the same ferocity they used to attack us. Was this about the cargo, or was it about you?"