Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

ᯓ★ As she opened her office door, thick dust suddenly fell, making Ginger cough. “What the —?” She stepped further and switched the lights open. When her office was filled with light, her eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape. She was stunned because her office didn’t feel like an office at all. With the cobwebs on the ceiling, a dusty table, and tile floors that are cracked. It felt like she was in a small warehouse. Under the office table, she noticed and smelled a pile of trash, making her pinch her nose just so she wouldn’t smell it.

Rendall is still on his knees panting but his eyes are still on it. In the area with no trees, a huge number of werewolves lies. By lying, I mean, dead werewolves who were stacked up.

She blew out a long breath, “Well that guy that was taken, he was my brother’s best friend.” “What?” and just when I thought all the shock was gone, bam! It strikes again, “Well where did they take him? Are we going after them?” “We can’t just go in blindly to the Delazar camp, that’s a suicide mission,” Jen mumbled. I thought of Collin when he had me and Callie trapped in her room, and again in the woods. I wondered if it was him who took Jake’s friend, but he couldn’t burn things. There must have been more people, a team, a team of reapers. I wonder if Hunter knows the team who was sent after them?

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

I turned my eye towards the lifeless body on my bed, but the body on the bed was now just asleep. I looked keenly and saw that the person was clearly breathing. I ran over to check on Stacy, but to my surprise, all I saw was Zelda. “Zelda?” I called out, surprise in my voice. As soon as I called her name, her eyes abruptly opened, and she looked at me intensely. Her death stare sent a cold chill down my spine. I tried to slowly back away from her, only to turn around and find the bloodied Stacy behind me, wolf bane in hand with a bloody knife.

‎ ‎I raised my right hand, and the Sun-Iron stairs didn't just glow—they began to shift, the metal steps twisting upward like a iron cage, sealing the twelve Stalkers onto the narrow vertical platform. ‎ ‎"Kael," I whispered. "Clear the board." ‎

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

He watched Joshua—the man who had become a ghost, a survivor, and a stranger. As the blue fire began to fade, Joshua sat by the entrance of the cave. He held the flare gun in his lap, his eyes scanning the dark. He didn't see the wolves. But he heard the clicking. The sound of high-frequency vibration blades. The Stalkers were here. And they hadn't come for Richard. They had come to collect their doctor. Joshua felt a cold, sharp point press against the back of his neck. "Time to go home, Doc," a voice whispered from the shadows.

The weight on my chest vanished as the beast disintegrated. Silence returned to the Deadlands. I lay there, gasping, my chest heaving. The ash drifted down around me like grey snow. I looked at my hands. They were trembling, covered in the black residue of the Stalker. The dagger lay beside me, the blue light fading, returning to its dormant state of shifting colors. "Remy?" Nash’s voice was weak, laced with agony. I scrambled to my knees, ignoring the screaming pain in my side. I crawled to him.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.