Fallout Bloody Mess Novels & Stories

But as I get closer, I hear something that makes my blood run cold. Screaming. I break into a run before I can think better of it, my pack bouncing against my back as I crest a small hill. What I see below makes me stop in my tracks. A caravan. Or what's left of one. Three wagons are overturned, their contents spilled across the road. Bodies lie scattered among the wreckage—some moving, some terribly still. And surrounding them are figures in dark armor, their faces hidden behind masks of black iron. Ember Dominion soldiers.

"I think they staged this attack and wanted Margret to take the fall for it because she is a moon, and she has a record. Tim told Desiree that some Bloods have been plotting because they are not satisfied with the way things are," "Who won't be satisfied with the way things are?" Kyle linked me back, " The air is the cleanest, our crops are growing, our people are happy, we have strong magic and deadly a moon army. I mean, our chances of surviving have gone up all of a sudden and now this, the first conception by a blood in over ten years. I mean, are they sick or something? I doubt it is the bloods, Adam. I think we should check the visitors because all was well before they came," Kyle said

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

she nagged at him for a few minutes about the last time he had the same nightmare. Michael stopped listening to Alba after a few seconds as he looked at the twins and gave them a gesture that let them know that they could leave. As Alba spoke to him, he recalled the last time his nightmare was triggered. It was after he accidentally killed an innocent man while he had a shootout with an enemy on his way to the gym. The man was a barber who was walking along the side of the road and he was the one who was hit by the bullet when the guy that Michael was supposed to shoot was able to evade the bullet.

Liam shouted as he saw the female vampire sniffing greedily at his blood, then opening her mouth wide to bite his neck. Liam screamed and pushed the vampire with all his might. He managed to throw her out of the car, but he also lost control of the car, causing it to crash into a large tree by the side of the road, knocking Liam out of his seat. Liam whimpered in pain as he fell to the wet ground. He could feel his bones cracking and his muscles tearing from the impact. He tried to get up but his body could not move. He looked at his battered car. His eyes widened. "Aaahk! What am I going to do?!" He muttered to himself as he saw the two female vampires, still alive, slowly approaching him.

Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spray of blood that spurted after the dagger and spattered to the floor as he staggered back and hit the ground with a thud, his eyes fixed on her, the shock never quite dissipates. Fatimah got up, the bullets falling out as she started to heal. "That took more than a minute" she grinned as the fire started consuming him and his scream of agony filled the whole bathroom. "I am sorry Silver but Massimo won't be getting a Head today, and maybe next time, just do your job without talking too much or listening to dumb shit. Did I say I was sorry? Oops, slip of tongue," She smiled and watched as he disintegrated and crumbled to ashes.

Blood blooms on the concrete. His men move in. They know what to do. They split, take down Eve’s people with precision. Guns fire. Bodies hit the floor. A man tries to tackle Damien. He throws him into a wall. Another screams, cut open by the chain. The warehouse becomes chaos, noise, and pain.

Twin machine gun barrels rose into the smoky air whirring loudly as they locked onto the black mass of bodies below. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! The heavy rhythmic thumping of the guns shook the glass windows of the control room. On the screen the front row of the horde instantly turned into a messy spray of black fluid, gray rags and broken bones. Dozens of monsters dropped into the mud but three more stepped over every single one that fell. It was completely useless. It was like trying to stop a flood with a tiny paper cup.

They are mindlessly approaching her, not even avoiding the chainsaw of Mischa was holding covered in blood. Mischa was soaked in blood and the body parts were piled up around her, brutally cut into pieces. After she killed the last clone of Narco, her chainsaw was run out of gasoline. Mischa let go of the killing machine and her knees dropped to the ground in so much exhaustion. Her hands went numb. She was covered in blood, from her hair, blood dripping on her face. "Bloody hell." Mischa laughed at the hideous, gruesome sight. "I can't waste more time," Mischa said and stood up. She left the field almost unrecognizable.