Weapon System In Zombie Apocalypse Novels & Stories

These bullets couldn’t harm those zombies unless multiple shots were fired at their heads simultaneously and blew them up. The firearms in their possession were still of Aricia Era technology. Their power was far inferior to that of modern weaponry. Even though they fired a lot of shots at the zombies, none of them penetrated their bodies. Only the bullet head entered their flesh, but the shell case was stuck outside. Those shots’ power was about the same as tickling the zombies.

Eddy says, he taps my shoulder as I walk past. We moved in and cleared out some few zombies inside, finally we enter the arsenal. The weapons aren't as much as we expected, but we find what we are looking for; explosives. “RPG, grenade, dynamite, and some gallons containing fuel.” ************* Larry smiles as he shoves two shotgun into the pouch at both side of his bag. I walk to him and grab a shotgun. The weapon turned out to be more effective than other rifles, just a shot can half slice a zombie's body.

The militarys were shooting at the zombies, while some people also came out stabbing the zombies on their forehead. But the surprising thing is that most of the zombie were stabbed in the belly with a knife that has a symbol of Crown on it the same knife that was used to stab Juliet. Michael noticed this but did not feel concerned about it, they keep on shooting the zombies. Head of the family, Lab coach, Glad, Edmond, which is Fred son, Fred himself and Michael they loced themselves in a room.

He eventually spoke, looking at the scenery outside the window. Leonor chuckled, “No sh*t, sherlock. Weak, but it doesn't mean we are on the losing sides. We have weapons to help us, while zombies mainly rely on their strength and abilities. Explosives could wipe lower level zombies, while special weapons could deal with the higher level. What we just need to fear is the monarch. There's no one as powerful as him yet.” “How about cultivating a powerful ability holder? Raise their level and have them fight the monarch.” Farrah mumbled, leaning her head on Dior's shoulder absent-mindedly.

They just kept coming. "They are zombies!" Jack screamed, reloading. "Tech-zombies!" Sebastian didn't have a weapon heavy enough. He looked at the Nullifier. He looked at Harper. "Do it!" Harper slammed her hand onto the needle. STAB. The machine woke up. HUUUUUUUM. A low, deep vibration began to fill the room. The skulls on the walls started to chatter. "It needs time to charge!" Braun yelled, throwing a Molotov cocktail (made from rubbing alcohol) at the horde. "We have to buy her two minutes!"

Adam asked more questions, but was cut off by John. "I made a few trips back home and decided to stay here. Why, you ask? Those walkers," He paused to shudder violently. "Those walkers still have a brain. They look at a home as a possible meal, but if they look at the police station, it's associated badly because we have weapons." He explained, pulling his gun out from his pocket and twirling it fashionably. "By the way..." He continued on, peering at Adam with deep suspicion. "You aren't infected, are you?" He pointed his gun down at Adam's arm, which was hiding a poorly stitched wound.

I feel her eyes on me and that's when I come out of my thoughts . Hardening my eyes at her. "I am giving you our mindlink. We will communicate using it, while you are out in the hunters territory." She stares at our hands, still not saying anything. And I pick up a knife. Slicing my wrist first, to be followed by hers. She doesn't flinch as I expected her to , letting me do it without any struggle. Placing my wrist on top of hers, I let our blood to intermingle. Feeling the warmth of her red liquid mixing in mine.The transfusion continues for few seconds, to only have me pull back my hand.

“That is, if I could get that close to them.” The Tommy gun ranked the most popular weapon and easiest to come by since she heard people could buy them through the mail. The weapon evened out the playing field between humans and supernatural creatures, in general. Because of it’s speed and destructive force. Even with her speed, she’d not be able to avoid something like that. “We don’t have to worry about that yet. I’m back and you don’t have to worry about how you’ll protect yourself. Now I’ve been able to acquire some blood wine and a light meal for both of us. Someone will deliver it in the next few minutes.”

Lucas didn’t let a beat pass by, and he reversed towards the abandoned town, leaving dust in the wake of his van. “We need silver bullets.” Declan’s alpha mode was switched on. “We will need all the ammunition you have here.” Lucas parked his van at the back of the house where we stayed the night. He went to the back of the van, opening every drawer in sight, revealing tons of weapons, from high-powered guns, samurai swords, grenades, and even silver shackles. “Everything inside this van is a weapon against werewolves, no offense,” he said and picked up an AK-47.

A figure lurched through the smoke towards her. Aislen caught an impression of wild eyes, a collar and skull cap with wires and blinking lights, and hands stretched towards her. She shot before brain and action connected, the bullet exploding through the zombie’s head in a spray of blood, bone, and electrodes, the recoil from the weapon humming through her hands and wrists, up to her shoulders. The gun was not the nice Glock 19 that Talen had given her, but something with a nastier bite. She dropped it to the ground and fumbled out her own weapon. Talen was smart and he had armed her with that gun for good reason.