Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

I said before picking up a hand cannon of a pistol, "What's this one?" "That would be the PZ 600, the bullets underneath are as natural as you are, anything you hit with that will go down, money-back guarantee." I tied the holster to my side and all the ammunition in my bag, before setting the gun in the holster. Jameson and Damien were gathering stuff, Jameson just picking out what looked good while Damien was more methodical with his choices. Then I saw it, a weapon so perfect it didn't even look real. There was a scythe on the back wall, split in color down the middle, one side silver the other side gold.

In Zero-G, there was no up or down. Ren pushed off the hull, floating freely through the void, spinning slowly to line up sniper shots. Pew. Pew. The drones exploded in silent puffs of fire, the debris drifting away into eternal orbit. Tank was anchored to a solar panel, unleashing a torrent of tracers. In the vacuum, the recoil of his minigun acted like a thruster, pushing him backward against the panel. "This physics engine is no joke!" Tank grunted. "I'm fighting the gun just to stay attached!"

"They're designed to latch onto deep-sea intruders and short out their sub-ether grids!" "If they short the Phase-Shield, this pod crumples like a soda can in two seconds," I yelled, my hands frantically engaging the pod's localized gravity-thrusters. "Don't run!" Dax bellowed, stepping up to the secondary gunnery console we had hot-wired into the cabin. He gripped the dual joysticks, linking the Origin-Code targeting matrix to the retrofitted Prime Forge plasma turrets mounted on the nose. "We can't outswim them in a brick! We fight!"

Sharon had decided to continue from where she had left. She again showed the presentation and showed a picture of a gravity gun, it was also a good and rare mod, but they were easily available on the market as they were mass-produced easily. Jasmine went to the front and showed what the gravity gun can do. She literally made the table in the front float on air for 10 seconds, before she lost control and had to place the table down quickly.

Logan relaxes himself to trace where the sound could be coming from and he saw Henry's car from far, how zombies were banging it. Logan got pissed and he drops the nylon he was holding then point the gun straight at the car. He targets those zombies heads, then begins to shoot them one after the other and after shooting all of them banging the car, Logan picks up the nylon again and started walking towards the car and van.

"I need to know everything about the man that contracted me." "Don't do what I think you want to do, Zero, it's a death trap. Even if you, per chance, are able to get to him, he's always surrounded by martial arts bodyguards and even if do get to him, you can't kill him as he always wears a bullet proof vest. The only other thing is for you to get real close or be a damn good shot and aim for his head. You only have one chance to do it, otherwise you'll be dead yourself." I turned to him, excitement stirring inside of me. "Well then, I'm just going to have to prove it to you once again that I really am the best."

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

I pointed at a bunch of bullets that were proudly sitting on the glass case. "This is .700 Nitro Express, the ranks high among the most dangerous bullets. Originated in the UK, an astonishing 8,900 foot-pounds of force, weigh 1000 grains. The sheer size of the bullet inflicts catastrophic damage upon impact. It's no way to be cute." Mariano explained and rolled his eyes at me. "You don't look like you know about weapons that much." I frowned at him which made them both let out a loud laugh. "Oh baby, trust me. I have more knowledge about weapons than any other members of our team." Mariano laughed again.

Waverly raised her pistol and fired it without hesitation. In an instant, Giselle's face was distorted. She covered her ears in discomfort and knelt on the ground painfully. Her face was pale, without a trace of blood. It was the Thunder Gun designed by Joseph. Fortunately, it could hurt people with control. It could also injure and kill people. With different sound waves, the result was different. Waverly didn't press on the trigger for too long. After all, she didn't want to hurt anyone. If Joseph came out and saw her hurt his mother, he would definitely not let her go.