Stalker 2 Poppy Field Novels & Stories

Kevin’s propaganda still echoed in the distance, his hologram flickering faintly against the sky. << ALERT! LOCATION DETECTED. STALKER ZOMBIE THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL. >> << SUGGESTION: CREATE A HIGH-ENERGY DISTRACTION TO REPEL THEM. OR USE THE 'SECRET INDOMIE RECIPE' TO ALTER THEIR NATURE. >> "Damn it! The Secret Recipe! Which one?!" Bima cursed inwardly, his thumb trembling as he flipped through the pages. The Stalker Zombies moved silently, like creeping shadows. They were gaunt silhouettes with glowing red eyes that blinked with malice.

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

However, when I opened the door, what greeted me was curls of smoke. My heart stopped. “Kai?” I dumped the nylon and briefcase on the door and raced into the kitchen without bothering to remove my shoes. I brought my phone out of my pocket, ready to dial any emergency number I could, only to freeze at the threshold. Kai was standing in the centre of our kitchen with his face streaked with what looked like flour and something darker, possibly soot. He was holding a spatula like a weapon and staring down at a pan on the stove that was smoking so heavily I could barely see what was in it.

The stalker needed no go-ahead command, he placed the active chain saw on the edge of the man’s right arm, screams filled the alleyway, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, tears rolled down my checks and my heart was beating, I had no idea why I was crying, he deserved it but the pain… The chainsaw was cutting through his bone and flesh 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, his right arm dropped on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the stalker's face didn’t look like his anger was reducing if anything, it increased, badly.

I could hear her coming down the stairs to open the door. “Who the fuck is it?” she yelled from behind the door. “Bitch, open the fucking door, it’s cold out here!” Instantly, I heard locks being unbolted and the door knob turn. Poppie opened the door looking fucked up - she lookedfucking tired. “Shayla!” she screamed. “Poppie!” I yelled in return. We grabbed each other and held on tightly. “Bitch, where you been?” she said, stepping out the way to let me in the door. She closed and locked the door and we walked into to her apartment.