Zombie Drone Oc Novels & Stories

“Shit, you’re right. Climb the walls?” “Do you have your nano grip mods?” “No. Didn’t expect this kind of a mess. Especially in 14K territory” “Even if we did, the plans said these buildings have shock spikes on their roofs. We won’t be able to handle that” Sol searched around for anything they could use, a distraction of some sort to force the Cohens to leave their post. She feels a rustle in her jacket’s left pocket, quickly digging in she pulls out a small cube that changes the shape the moment it falls on her hand. Sprouting four legs and a rotor at its head, the drone’s visor buzzed and stared inquisitively at Sol as it eagerly bobbed up and down, ready to take its new orders.

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv

​Suddenly, two automated sentry drones descended from the upper superstructure, their twin barrels whirring to life. ​Julian reacted instantly, diving behind a heavy steel cargo crate as heavy caliber rounds chewed through the deck plating. Rolling out from cover, he fired three rapid, armor-piercing rounds into the primary optical sensor of the first drone, sending it plunging into the roaring ocean below. The second drone swung toward him, but a sudden heavy blast tore through its propulsion unit, exploding it into a shower of burning metal. ​Julian looked up through the pouring rain. ​Standing on the upper catwalk, holding a high-powered anti-material rifle, was Dominic Vance. He wore a d

"Get the eyes in the air." Giordano nodded, pulling out a sleek, matte-black micro-drone. It was no bigger than his palm, fitted with specialized, sub-zero rotors designed to withstand the freeze. He launched it into the air, and the tiny machine vanished instantly into the white storm, completely invisible to the naked eye. Giordano snapped down the digital visor attached to his helmet. His thumbs moved rapidly over a handheld controller. "Uplink is stable," he gritted out, his voice shaking slightly from the sheer cold. "Feeding the thermal data to your HUD now, Victoria."

She held out her hands. The drone drifted around the corner. It was a spider-like machine, black metal legs twitching with servo-assisted precision. A single, glowing red eye scanned the walkway, casting a bloody light on the sludge. It hovered on silent thrusters that displaced the foul air, sending ripples through the muck. It turned toward us. The red eye widened—an aperture dilating in recognition. My stomach dropped. I braced for the siren, for the laser fire. Neoma didn't panic. She didn't blast it. She reached out with the Void.

​The Ghost in the Mountain ​As they began their approach through the Gray Zone, the first wave of drones arrived. These weren't the "Harvest" scouts from the desert; they were "Executioner" class, heavy, spider-like machines that crawled across the gravel on multi-jointed legs, their twin-linked pulse cannons tracking the movement of the pack. ​"Scatter!" Leo roared.

"Unauthorized biological signature detected in the shaft. Multi-heartbeat resonance confirmed in non-registered Omega unit. Protocol Zero in effect." The emergency doors groaned, forced open six inches by an external command. Outside the gap, in the dark of the shaft, the red glowing eyes of three Null-Drones hissed as they locked onto my position. The closest drone extended a jagged, carbon-fiber claw, the tip humming with the power to delete. Kael reached for his sidearm, but the door was already—

Many of the zombies moved with the same lumbering gait Leesa had seen in her dreams, but bunches of them—the most recently buried, it appeared—approached at near normal speed. Dral and Bain were already engaging the vanguard of the creatures, using their volkaane quickness to dart among them, jamming their metal spikes down into the zombies’ skulls as they passed. The mindless creatures paid no heed to their attackers. The zombies had but one desire, one drive—to assuage their hunger with the taste of human flesh. Despite the toll Dral and Bain wreaked among them, the creatures kept coming forward. For every ten the volkaanes destroyed, twenty more took their place. “We must make haste,” Dom

He isn't used with this version if him. Jones watched as Clayton looked unsettled and looking around for anything more he could use. So he moved close to him and roughly shook him in his shoulder. "Clayton! Dude wake up!" "Doc, move faster! She's gonna die! Do it!" Doctor Jones' eyes squinted as he tried to fathom Clayton's eyes. They were moving in an unsteady motion.