Z Murder Drones Novels & Stories

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

She targeted the drone's power core, the small Barzil battery that kept it aloft. Short. It wasn't a sound. It was a sensation—a snap of tension breaking. A spark of black lightning jumped from her finger to the drone. The machine didn't explode. It simply died. The red eye winked out. The thrusters cut. Gravity reclaimed the metal carcass. It dropped out of the air, striking the thick sludge below. The sound was heavy. Glorp. No splash—just the wet swallow of the mire claiming the metal. It sank without a bubble.

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

The gangs went silent, their eyes once locked against each other were now fixed on the hovering machines above them. “8 seconds to comply.” Their stupor was broken, both sides fired on the drones, unleashing a tirade of gunfire on the machines. “7 seconds to comply.” The drones flew higher, dodging bullets and plasma. “6 seconds to comply.” Ymir caught sight of a single bulk in the distance. It was flying above Moreno Avenue. It was a mass of grey metal, shaped like shark of sorts. On its front were two lights, blue and red. They blinked furiously, blinding Ymir for a moment.

It vibrated through the air, low and cold. “What do you want?” he hissed. “To finish what your father started.” Alessio’s pulse hammered. “He’s dead.” “So are you. You just don’t know it yet.” A soft whine filled the air mechanically, sharp. Drones. Alessio looked up, and his stomach dropped. Three of them crawled through the tunnel opening, their red sensors blinking like hungry eyes. He aimed his gun, but before he could shoot, one of them spoke. “Blood sample confirmed. Target: Noa viable.”

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.

He pulled his neck back, smashing it violently, making everyone scream and retreat in fear Ardina was with them! To restore Jeff's neck to its normal position with a malicious smile, and basically Jeff died immediately!! “Who’s next, who’s next?” Mars shouted in his deep, powerful voice, sending Ardena down hard Zayn looked at her quickly, so Maya ran to her, embracing her “What did you do?” she whispered, lips trembling “I killed him because he made you cry,” he replied simply, to an impatient Ardina screaming "Damn you, I didn't allow you to kill any of my flock, of course you wouldn't care, you're from the herd of vile, criminals."