Novelas y relatos de Dead Space 2 Stalkers

I want you, Sunshine. Me:Well, get in line cuz there are so many people in the queue already.. Stalker(chuckling): You really crack me up. You are feisty little one, aren't you. Hmm....I like that. I like that a lot. I wanna see how feisty you would be when I have you trapped beneath me screaming my name. Ew, I felt disgusted immediately. Me: Where are you? I scanned my room but it was empty. Stalker: Stop looking around around. I'm not in your room.

the masculine voice spoke spitefully , the masked figure picked his pistol to shoot when he was shot by an arrow behind . It stuck out of his throat and he dropped on the floor blood oozing out of his mouth . “ Stomata , what are you doing here ? ” Drake asked surprised, she jumped down from the fence where she stood , he was the masculine voice who confronted the dead masked figure “ I came here to check up on my aunt , I saw and followed you here ” Stomata answered as she packed her arrows back into her back pack . “ Are you here to kill me ? ” Stomata inquired making Drake chuckle loudly

Sleep was a country Sabatine Stalker had been deported from. It had revoked his visa years ago, on a dusty, blood-soaked road outside a city that didn’t exist on any public map. Since then, he’d only been granted brief, fraught tourist passes—shallow zones of grey static haunted by the faces of the dead.

It was a claw made of gold and shadow. Damon emerged. Half of his face was gone, revealing a skull made of silver clockwork. He wasn't Damon anymore. He was a machine powered by a broken soul. "You think... you won?" the Damon-machine wheezed. His voice was a static mess of sounds. "The gate... is open. The Void... is here." The black liquid from the Dial began to rise, forming a giant, faceless shape. It was a Void-Walker, but it was bigger than any we had ever seen. It was the **Prime Stalker**.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

Even so, things won't change. I guess I can't stay here anymore. I walked at a very fast pace towards my room. When I opened the bedroom door, Frey was seen sitting in the living room watching the news on television. "Leo, welcome," said Frey as she saw me walk in. “Frey, it looks like the pursuers, Flower Skulls have tracked down to this area. This place isn't safe anymore," I told her. Frey didn't look surprised at all. As if she already knew that. She smiled calmly at me."Leo, I'm leaving this place."

Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat. So… why is my heart beating like a trapped rabbit if I’m dead? And if I was not, then what was this place? I couldn’t possibly be dead. Could I? [Player 09. Player 013. Reaper 077. Head to the Exit. Bus doors will be open for survived players after dawn.] An old man from seat number 09 stood and waited at the entrance of the door. He didn’t seem scared at all. As if he was used to all of this.

He tilts his head, waiting for my response. “Watch? Don’t you just follow the person and watch them? Isn’t that what stalking is?” I reply, feeling suddenly naive. He laughs—a deep, menacing sound. “You think stalkers just watch? That’s cute.” His chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re in for a real surprise.” Shit. I got that wrong too? My mind races. What else do stalkers do? “Meet me here at 2 a.m.,” he says, his voice low, serious. “I’ll give you a sneak peek into the real world of a stalker. Goodbye, Alissia.”

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

There's no but, just let me handle things and do whatever I ask you to do without questions, now let's go" she pulled my wrist and led us in. Our presence were graced by the dust and rough granites. We looked around for any sign of human life but nothing. Makayla brought her phone out to give her a call but it went straight to her voicemail. "This fucking bitch" she muttered in a voice devoid of any emotion. "She deceived us" I remarked with anger laced in my tone. Just as we were about to give Rocco a call a high pitch sound from upstairs drew our attention. "Maja" I recognized the voice to be Martina's. "Martina" I whispered and spun on my heels and what I saw had my heart racing in fear.