Larpers Find Dead Body の小説・ストーリー

Mary’s Church — 1 AM* Police tape. Ambulances. News vans. We parked 3 blocks out. Kieran, me, Darius, 10 warriors. Human clothes. Human faces. Rylan was asleep. Finally. Blue eyes. _Hiding_. “Gregor has the perimeter,” Darius whispered. “Cops think it’s carbon monoxide. Mass casualty. 23 dead.” “All kneeling?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Cleveland. Like they _chose_ it.” Kieran’s jaw ticked. “Where’s the girl?”

She was plotting and getting ready to attack again. Landry wasn’t going to let her get to Bernice. “Alpha!” A mindlink had opened and his beta’s voice was loud in his mind. “You are needed, it’s an emergency.” Landry stood from his desk. “What is it?” “Another body has been found in the forest. We can’t tell who it is. It’s been mangled.” Another body? “Was it a vampire attack?” “I don’t think so this time. I think it was rogues.”

Luke started pacing again. “Hope, the police found seventeen bodies, but there are more of them. I was his fifteenth kill, and he killed eight after me. I know where they are buried. He kept me alive for a few hours as he did things to my body.” Luke didn’t want to give Hope the gory details. “I know you have seen the dead, but there is something far worse than death. I know you have seen things, but where I am about to take you could hurt you. Not all of the dead are friendly.”

It was hard to imagine that this place used to be a hotspot for trade and development, bustling with life activity. Luca halted when he heard the shuffling sound of feet and wild growls coming from a direction. He raised his hand to motion the prisoner to be still and waited for whatever was approaching to get into his view. 'Fierce Corpse!' Arlen could smell the stench of rot and feel the negative aura beforehand. He broke out a small smile after seeing ugly contorted faces he could relate with, marching away from a pile of rocks. Luca prepared his sword, unperturbed by a few undead people.

Every corpse turned in one motion. Lucian watched them go and smiled at me over shoulders and rot. “Run,” he said. “I like a hunt.” “Come chase me,” I said. “I’ll make you earn it.” We hit the waterline. The path tightened. The undead surged in a long gray wave, but Amara’s barrier throbbed one last time, and for six heartbeats nothing living or dead could cross. We used those six like gold—dragging the bodies of our dead into the fire we carried, tipping oil, sparking flame, forcing a final mercy.

However, there was no one there. Instead, they found three dead bodies lying on the ground. Hearts dropped to the ground as everyone hurried over to check. “Careful, don’t approach it!” Alex noticed something wrong with his primordial eye and quickly warned the rest. The three bodies were covered with tiny red furry bugs. They gathered densely on the corpses, having consumed all the flesh. Only their clothes, bones, and abandoned weapons remained. “These aren’t my parents or my aunt!” Jade said. “The clothes are different, the weapons too.”

I ran after them, my boots slipping on the wet grass. Marcus was pointing his torch down at a small patch of trampled ferns right by the water's edge. Lying face down in the mud was a body. Torin leaned down, grabbed the corpse by the shoulder, and flipped it over onto its back. The torchlight illuminated a young man’s face—pale, lifeless, with a dark arrow shaft sticking out of his chest. My breath caught in my throat. My knees went weak, and I had to grab a low tree branch to keep from falling.

As soon as we got to where the dead dissipated body lay, Landen spoke. "Who did this?" he growled. "I don't know, but whoever did it took Liliana. We have to find them and kill them. "On it. Everyone pairs with someone and combs through the woods for any clues of who could have done this." They all nodded and moved. "Come on, boss. Let's go. We will find her." I nodded, ignoring the tightness in my chest. Whoever did it, I was going to behead them, but not before torturing them and making sure to show no mercy.

Harold’s brother, still in his football gear, lies motionless on the forest floor. I lift a paw to the body, and it feels cold. Not the chill of night air, but something deeper, unnatural. Miles’ brown wolf whimpers in what sounds like a wail, and as I stare at the body, despair settles in my belly. He’s dead. Almost at once, my ears pick up noise. From far behind us, near the school grounds, the familiar sound of a police siren breaks the small silence in the forest. Someone has called the Sheriff.

The floor was sticky with congealing blood, and Marek winced each time he stepped into a patch. Orin pulled out his phone. Marek frowned. “Is this the best time for a call?” “You should call Caius while I take pictures.” In contrast to Marek’s snappish tone, Orin’s was calm, bordering on gentle. Marek sighed. “Sorry.” At Orin’s nod, he took out his phone and called Caius’s secure line. “We’re here.” He didn’t waste time with greetings. “There are fourteen dead bodies here. I’m not sure what happened, but it’s a gruesome scene.”