Fallout Bloody Mess Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

"Fuck off, Luke." At that moment, Connor had entered the kitchen as well, going to stand beside me. I turned, smiling up at Connor and gulping down my drink. Connor quickly grabbed it out of my hand, bringing it up to his nose to smell it. He cringed the slightest. "Really, we're already on liquor?" Luke shrugged from the other side of the kitchen, "Just helping everyone feel better." ****

comes a man’s voice from the door. “I am, don’t scare me like that,” I shout. I carefully walk through the maze of glass, but it's difficult. Very difficult. With every step, I wobble, and teeter, side to side, because the wooden floors are angry with me. The carpet doesn’t want to be my friend, and I fell to the floor, getting glass into my arm, and I cried out. Everything goes dark and I know why it was some bad sugar. It was spiked. No wonder Seth was in such a rush to get me to my room.

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.

“That’s not true. No one—” “Shut up,” the four of them said. Raven hissed as Cillian did something to her arm. “Did he bite you?” Cillian asked softly. “No, a bullet grazed me. Why aren’t they out yet?” “They’ve taken over all of the armory factories,” Messiah said. “They probably haven’t even worked through the reserves that were on the Blue Moon compound.” Ian groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. “I need to feed. We all do.”

The air was stale, the stench of blood and disinfectant filled the air and it was almost suffocating. It smelled like a hospital that had lost control of it’s blessing patients and it made Rain gag once or twice since she walked into the room. The sight was much worse than the stench though. The man was still in his bloodied clothes but they had been cut open from the parts that were shot. Bandages covered his bullet wounds and the rest of the blood had caked on the material and his skin, that was probably where the stench was coming from.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Explode. The canyon echoed with the rhythmic, deafening destruction of the ancient vanguard obliterating the front ranks of the nightmare. The valley floor was quickly covered in a thick layer of crushed gray gravel, the remnants of a hundred feral entities erased from existence in a matter of minutes. A mile back, standing on a high, safe ledge overlooking the carnage, the leader of the blood-born watched the slaughter.

"Brother Jose? Brother Jose, is that really you?" I flinched. My head turned quickly, my neck feeling stiff. There stood Yael, catching his breath. His eyes were puffy, his hair clung wet to his forehead, and the look on his face was full of an anxiety that made my chest feel tight. Seeing him here, in the middle of my destruction, made me feel even smaller. This cheerful younger brother of mine was seeing me in my lowest condition—a brother who had failed completely.