Swamp People: Blood And Guts Novels & Stories

"Level Three… There's a breakout on Level Three!" Just then, it looked like he tripped over something. The image spun wildly. The camera swung around, lighting up what was behind him. A massive swarm of blood-covered zombies was tearing forward in pursuit. They were all newly turned. The blood on their bodies was still bright and wet. Some of them ran while blood sprayed from torn necks. Others sprinted with ripped-open guts hanging loose, slick and elastic, slapping against the floor as they moved. The fresh organs were dragged across the ground, trampled by other zombies. The organs burst open, spilling half-digested messes and fully processed waste alike.

Bones of the dead could be seen everywhere. This was said to be the most colourful place in this realm, some said. Now, it was nothing but a forgotten memory; a myth that people were afraid to speak about. After a horrifying scene, I noticed a swamp behind a row of houses. I hopped down and headed towards it. As I reached it, a small pier appeared with a wooden boat tied to it. I expected to see floating corpses or crocodiles on the water. But all I saw was the dark colour of green that conquered the murkish water.

*Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter explores the brutal methodology of the Witch’s training, the terrifying adaptability of a Prime, and the heartache of parents watching their child evolve into something they can no longer protect. HELEN’S P.O.V. The swamp didn't wake up like the forest. The forest woke up with birdsong and light. The swamp woke up with a gurgle. I opened my eyes to the smell of sulfur and chicory coffee. The light filtering through the

The man closed the doors, got back into the van and drove away with a speed. "Help! Somebody help me!" I screamed the last scream in my body. I collapsed on the wet, muddy, smelly ground and began to cry again. I had no idea where I was, no idea where to go. The swamp looked like something out of a horror movie. Weird noises came from the distance and it was getting darker quickly. I was left for dead out in this mosquito infested swamp by the woman who supposed to be my soon-to-be mother-in-law.

The men roared and unloaded inside them, flooding their wombs and guts with massive, thick loads that overflowed instantly, pouring out in heavy white rivers down their bodies and pooling on the filthy floor. When they finally pulled out, both sisters’ pussies and assholes gaped obscenely, twitching and pulsing, leaking thick waterfalls of cum mixed with piss and squirt onto the floor beneath them. Sophia and Aurora lay side by side in the disgusting puddle, bodies trembling, covered head to toe in layers of warm, sticky filth. Sophia looked into the camera with dead, euphoric eyes and rasped: “We are nothing but disgusting, leaking fuckmeat now…”

It wasn’t the bloodthirsty werewolf den she had imagined all her life. It was peaceful. Beautiful. Alive. “This is your home?” she whispered. Achi nodded. “My pack. My family.” They dismounted in silence. The moment Ava’s feet touched the earth, it felt different — the air itself was heavier, humming. Alive. Suddenly, a low growl echoed from the trees. A group of men emerged, broad-shouldered and fierce, half-shifted — claws out, golden eyes flashing. One of them, with a thick scar running down his neck, stepped forward.

Bodies were scattered everywhere. These cadavers are soaked with their own blood. Men, women… children. The brute howling of the wind is so eerie that it feels like the souls of these dead people are screaming for help. As Viktor walks through the swamp of blood and cadaver, he draws his sword made of silver. He cautiously watches his every step, like he is walking in a pond of landmine. Whoever did this is not of human capability, he thought to himself.

Cold rains, putrid bogs, burning cities and killer snow. Nonetheless, that didn’t exempt them from reconditioning their instincts for the trials to come. “staeves primed!” He ordered, drawing his sword and cutting a swath through the miry swamp. Green water had seeped through his boots, while the stink of rotting plants and dead animals hung high in the air causing a measure of dizziness.

Bile quickly rises to my throat, and I swallow it down. Wrong decision to make. Before I can think, it rushes up my throat again, and I hunch over. Right there, in the middle of the aisle, I empty my guts. I puke. A whitish transparent liquid. My throat feels raw, hot. “Gross,” someone grimaces. Jafeth looks away, jaw clenched. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Black dots dance in my vision, my head swims. I feel light-headed. Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it…

The four figures turned a blind eye to the stench filled the air and the swamp that could swallow people at any time. They quickly walked toward a mansion in the middle of the swamp. The mansion looked like a courtyard house. But all the bricks and tiles were dark. When the light shone on it, it seemed to be swallowed up. When seeing it, people couldn't help shivering. From a distance, it was more like a huge coffin lying on the swamp than a courtyard house.