Fallout Bloody Mess Novels & Stories

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.

Hector explained his plan. "Okay, Hector. I agree with your plan. Let's go!" Alex said. They both ran towards the garbage truck, while avoiding enemy fire. They managed to climb on top of the garbage truck and started picking up some garbage bags. They threw the bags of rubbish at the enemy loudly. "Hey! What are you doing?" one of the enemies shouted. "What's this? Rubbish?" another enemy said. "Shit! It stinks!" a third enemy complained. They were all distracted by the bags of rubbish thrown by Alex and Hector. They looked up and saw two people disguised as garbage men on a garbage truck.

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.

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.

He placed his gun on her temple and forced her to walk out of the room along with him. Terror gripped her heart as she saw dozens of men lay on the white tiled floor in the pools of their blood. Her stomach churned in anxiety as the soul left her body for a second when her eyes met with the obsidian hues. "Hamza," His name left her lips in a whispering prayer. The man was bathed in blood. Red crimson was all over his white shirt and splattered blood rested on his face. He looked like death himself. Raw, chaotic madness.

Sealing whatever this is between us. We collapse. Sweaty. Breathing hard. Outside, footsteps. We freeze. Voices. Russian. “Check the warehouse. They came in here.” Sofia’s eyes go wide. I pull out carefully. We both scramble to dress. The footsteps get closer. I grab my gun. Three bullets left. The door handle moves. Sofia holds onto my hand. The door crashes open. But it’s not Russians. It’s Luca. Blood soaked. Shoulder wrapped. Eyes wild.

Adan “I-I have the advantage!” Conner’s sword shook as he pointed his blade at me. “The Snow Warrior Pack is rightfully mine!” “Not anymore.” I slammed my sword at him, and he surprised me by countering with a jab. But I lunged toward him, slamming my sword against his, and it fell to the ground, gleaming red under the bright light of the Blood Moon. I grabbed him into a headlock from behind as he flailed his arms. “Do not move, or you will die.”

a voice says, and I can feel the gentle squeeze of a large hand on my face. “We need to fucking move now. Leave the guard’s body,” another voice growls, and then after a bit more swaying my feet hit the ground and I fall forward, a sob breaking from my lips as my leg refuses to handle any weight. I force my eyes open, looking down at the massacre hunk of meat that once was my leg. It’s a fucking mess. Blood still oozes from it with a strange blue hue and the veins surrounding it look like angry dead branches in a haunted forest. In layman's terms, it looks like it’s fucking rotting.

‘What? Bobby went pale after looking at the scene. He knew Lucas was strong but did not expect him to be this overwhelming. He then started to have a thought and that was to flee from the scene! Suddenly, Bobby started running for his life because he was aware that if he did not do so, he would be dead. In just a few seconds, all the Genetic Fighters of the Bloody Organization were killed by Lucas. Their blood formed a bloody stream and the sight of it was unbearable. Lucas looked at Bobby, who was frantically running for his life, faintly, and found it hilarious.