Zombie Drone Oc Novels & Stories

Sloane laughed grimly. In the mud and the soot, the drones began to stumble. Their "Perfect Logic" couldn't account for the non-linear fluid dynamics of a sludge-pit. One drone, attempting to recalibrate its balance, experienced a Shear Failure in its primary leg-joint. The crystal snapped with a sound like a gunshot. The Instinct of the Machine Kael stood up. He didn't remember his name, but his body remembered the Resonance. As a drone breached the rampart, its multi-faceted eye glowing with a lethal "De-fragmentation" beam, Kael didn't flinch. He walked toward it, his hand outstretched.

He looked different. Adam was so focused on defeating the enemy. That was his only goal. As time went by, the battle became more intense. It became ten versus one body. Yet, Adam was head tail of the battle. Meanwhile, Dr. Z was researching something. He was looking for something in his book. “Got you”, he said. His eyes were sparkling. Dr. Z releases the drones from his laboratory and sends them to the battleground. “Let see, what you’ve got”, mumbled Dr. Z.

"The drone... Did not let me go. It... Connected... With my spine." "Oh, God! Christian!" I screamed. I dropped the knife. Threw myself forward. I ignored my leg and crashed onto my knees at his feet. His skin was ice-cold. His body shook violently. "Marcus! Help me get him down! Help me!" Marcus dropped the crowbar. Rushed to help. Deborah brought blankets to warm Christian up. Julian used his scanner to look at Christians neck. The drone arm was, like a parasite! It drove needles into Christians spine to keep him alive while he was underwater.

"You cannot fight a machine with a silver knife, Calista!" "Look at the fuel line!" I pointed my good right hand toward the belly of the hovering drone. Because I was a doctor, my eyes were trained to look for the weakest point in anything, whether it was a human artery or a piece of steel machinery. Directly under the spinning gun barrels, a small rubber tube was pulsing with a bright blue fluid. It was the synthetic blood that powered the drone's engine. "Jarek" I screamed, turning my head toward the dark bushes behind our log.

Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three. The first drone appeared. Quad-rotor. Armed with automatic weapons. It locked onto Morrison. He dove behind equipment as it fired. Bullets tore through a laboratory station. Chemical storage tanks ruptured. Smoke filled the corridor. "Move!" Morrison shouted. "Get them up the stairs!" More drones appeared. The team was pinned. Subjects exposed. No cover. Dr. Vance ran back toward Hammond's laboratory. "Where are you going?" Maya shouted. Vance didn't answer. She reached Hammond's control station. Grabbed the doctor. Held her in front of the cameras.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

"Lieutenant... Major... Welcome to my office" Margaret grinned and pointed at the machine. "The loot tells me that this pathetic piece of shit actually worked. Is that true?" Oko's teeth were extremely white. "Yes, ma'am. Take a look". A table loaded with olive drab com gear sat off to one side. Oko touched some keys, video blossomed, and Margaret found herself looking at a drone eye view of the desert. It turned and spiraled upward. "Sorry about that", Oko said, turning a knob, "but vultures fly in circles. That was why it worked - because I programmed the drone to do the same thing".

ZIONs POV… While I take cover under a large tree, I press my back flush against the tree trunk with a vicious snarl escaping past my cold, trembling lips. As I exited the cave searching for some fire branches, a high-tech drone with heat sensory and a wide range of distance sensory was heading in my direction. I had to use my whip blade to cover my footprints through the thick snow, hoping they wouldn't be able to track me. The people of ODRION are different. They worship a God that doesn't exist, making their beliefs and rituals erratic and fatal without a real purpose.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

It would've been an easy move for an eleven-year-old to make. As Melissa and Adam chatted, Brie checked the cameras over once again. The inside of the store looked thankfully deserted. There was a fire exit that could let them escape once Adam was feeling better, but it was currently swarmed with walkers. The entrance was also busy, which put them in a sticky situation. They had no escape. Unless Brie could find a distraction. She scanned the aisles through the screen, noting that the blind man was now outside. As she watched him through the camera, he swayed and fell occasionally, struggling to pick himself up. The virus had taken him fully.