Zombie Drone Oc の小説・ストーリー

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

“This week’s been an absolute bitch with the Alpha on my back about why my drones never picked up the Worgen.” I lowly grin at his attempt to make me laugh. “The situation is fucked, Jason. These aren’t ordinary enemies. I want those new drones completed as soon as possible.” “See, what I mean?” He huffed, screwing up his face. “This is my night off, man! Let’s stick to the subject of hot, smoking women.” He balked about the upgraded features that I have instructed for our current drones to have. These included aerial surveillance with magical sensors and portal detection.

In order to defend against this group’s attack, Hamed summoned his adjutant immediately and asked, “How many drones do we still have at our base?” The adjutant hurriedly said, “We still have more than twenty drones that we bought from Oskia. We bought a few more at that time because of the cheap price.” Hamed asked, “What is the drone’s approximate battery life?” The adjutant thought about it for a moment and replied, “it should be around twenty-five minutes and no more than half an hour at most.”

The safe house on the outskirts of Ocracoke was a "Logic-Blind" fortress of cedar and reinforced steel. Damian Cole had calibrated the "Zero-Point" sensors to detect any "Data-Stain" within a five-mile radius. But the system was designed to catch "Sovereign" drones and "Recovery Scouts"—it wasn't programmed to flag the "Analog" ghost of a father. Aria stood in the kitchen, her "Piercing Gray Eyes" tired from a night of "Recursive" nightmares. She was brewing coffee, the "Acoustic Noise" of the percolator the only sound in the "Iron Silence" of the morning.

She nodded, moving fluidly to position. Bram checked his rifle. “I don’t see any drones. Shouldn’t there be drones? Why aren’t there drones?” A mechanical clank answered him. “Oh no,” he whispered. “There they are.” The walls split open. Spider-like constructs unfolded from the stone—sleek, white, surgical, too many limbs and too few weaknesses. Ciro hissed, “Medical chassis. Repurposed. They used to assist in robotic surgeries.” “Now they’re here to carve us,” Bram said, raising his weapon.

Before Alex could answer, Freya said in a delicate voice, “This isn’t a Gimmick Puppet. This is a zombie refined using a living human. Look at its eyes. The pupils are golden, right? This is a golden-eyed Golden Zombie with infinite strength.” When Darven, who was hiding far away, heard the words, he smacked his head. “Oh right, Miss Mayer, your Exorcist Dragons specializes in fighting zombies. You should have a way, right?” Freya took out a black-and-red wooden stick with a pointy cone in the front and a sculpture of a dragon throne at the back. It had grains that looked like dragon scales all over its body.

I could vaguely hear the baby's cries, but when the zombies dispersed, all that was left was a pool of blood. Adults could withstand the horrible external conditions, but babies couldn't. Parents would do everything they could to provide their children with better environments and keep them alive. Behind me, Emmett said, "I'm glad I became a zombie early on in our past lives." "That's not happening in this lifetime," I said. Suddenly, we heard the buzzing of a drone in the air. I immediately drew the curtains shut. The drone hovered above the neighborhood for a while before circling the area and observing the situation. I watched as it landed within the neighborhood.