X Smg4 の小説・ストーリー

Smith announced producing his Colt pistol again from his hostler and resumed the shooting. "My last mag" Austin said inserting a new mag in his SCAR rifle and balanced the butt back on his shoulder "They will eventually get in" Smith told us, "We gotta get the hell outta here" he added He might be right, I'm also down to my last mag with just 3 mags left for my Beretta 9mm pistol. we have hundreds of infected before us and I'm certain they will stop at nothing to make a feast of us. I could feel my heartbeat increasing.

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​The silence inside the car was suffocating. ​I sat in the passenger seat, my eyes fixed on the window as the blurred lights of the city streaked past. Every time Julian shifted gears, his arm brushed against mine. There were no sparks. No violet flares. Just the cold, terrifying sensation of cloth against cloth. ​"We’re heading North," Julian said, his eyes locked on the road. "There is a coastal facility—an old quarantine station. The Board’s satellites struggle with the salt-spray interference. We’ll be invisible there."

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

"D–don't stop." "I can't hear you." He smirked, snapping his fingers in front of my face. "I want you to fucking beg for it!" "Please, please." I said through gritted teeth, hating that I had to do this. "Please don't stop." "Look at you being a submissive bastard. Where did all that attitudes go?" He scoffed, patting my head like I was his pet dog. "Huh? Fucking answer me!" "I'm... Shit!" I sighed, biting the inside of my cheeks. "Please keep your voice down, someone is coming."