Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

I paced the hallway like a caged animal, watching the numbers descend with my thumb pressed against the phone screen as if that would make me appear next to my lover in freaking minutes. When the doors finally opened, I burst through the lobby and into the cold night air. I entered my car and took off into the night at a fucking speed that would have gotten me a speeding ticket if there were any police vans around. The tracker led me north, out of the city centre, past the suburbs and into territory I didn't recognise. I drove like a man possessed, weaving between lanes and pushing the speedometer higher and higher. I didn't care. I drove until I got to the place where the tracker stopped. I

"This isn't a soot-storm anymore. We have a 'Phase-Shift' breach!" The suspense of the "Descent" was a nightmare of shifting geometry. The Stalkers didn't need to break the bronze-wood hull; they simply vibrated at a frequency that allowed them to pass through solid matter as if it were a liquid. On the residential levels, the temperature plummeted. Wherever a Stalker passed, the moisture in the air didn't just freeze—it sublimated into jagged frost-flowers that hummed with a low, malevolent energy.

"No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only." I nodded. "Interesting." Elias smiled. "I'll see you downstairs." I nodded. "Where's Xander?" "After Lance's man left, Xander called him right away to offer his condolences." My head snapped up. "Condolences? Was someone else killed?" Elias sighed. "A vampire was staked to a table in the center of the casino. They found the remains this morning." "Oh, my god!" I raised a hand to my lips and then anger filled my body. "We have got to find out who's doing this and fast."

Walk back and forth for where they are because thats the only part that was dark in that hallway. The room was near the staircase he take a peek. Slowly. Jack saw more of the attackers (living-dead) standing near the stair and there are lots of them. They were sniffing to each other trying to realizing the smell of the surroundings. But they can't really smell that's why they were sniffing so hard. And even if they do so, their own fetid stench would mask anything else around them including humans.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

The grey sands forty yards away began to shift and buckle. Screeching, high pitched shrieks rattled through the dead valley as dozens of void-twisted horrors erupted from beneath the ash. They were the fallen soldiers and beasts of the Eastern Reaches whose bodies mutated into horrific, skeletal constructs of black glass and twisted metal, their eyes burning with the hollow, purple fire of the Void. "Ash Stalkers" Mira warned, drawing her sidearm as the horde surged up the slope toward us at terrifying speed. "They hunt by heat"

– Hospital rooftop stairwell The stairwell was a concrete tomb, each step echoing like a gunshot. Elena led, her Glock raised, her breath ragged but controlled. Alexander followed, his rifle steady, his eyes scanning for traps. I brought up the rear, laptop strapped to my chest, a drone controller in one hand, a taser in the other. The micro-drive was in my pocket, its timer at 00:07:33, burning a hole through my jeans.

The black blood of the stalker hissed as it hit the stone, a foul, acidic smell filling the narrow tunnel. "They hunt in waves!" Kaelen shouted, her own blade flashing as three more of the things dropped from the dark. The Sentinels formed a circle, their backs to the center, but the sheer number of stalkers was overwhelming. They were pouring out of the cracks in the ceiling like a flood of pale flesh. I felt the panic rising, but then I felt the cool, steadying influence of the black veins on my arms. They didn't want me to hide. They wanted to feed.

"Patient 457, someone's here to collect you," an orderly yelled from the main door. With stiff, puppet-like movements, I stood up and then slowly followed the orderly out. When I neared the door, the orderly pressed a stun baton to my back and threatened in a low voice, "You'd better not run your mouth after leaving. Otherwise, we'll have our ways to get you back in here. Do you get what I mean?" A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly answered, "I won't! I promise!"

Third Person Point of View Half an hour after Zachary had left, Sophia was still crying. Suddenly, Gerald felt a flicker of annoyance. Gary didn't feel like consoling her either. They sat with their backs against the corridor wall leading to the basement, too drained to move. Staring at the bloodstains beneath the door and the scuff marks on the metal bars, they felt as though a stake had been driven through their hearts. Giselle had been alive only hours ago. Now she was gone. How could they ever face their parents in the afterlife after swearing to protect her for the rest of her life?