Zombie Drone Oc Novels & Stories

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Abilities from elevated Physique/Mind: faint-light night vision, enhanced hearing, enhanced eyesight [Extraordinary Items] Offensive: the Hidden Edge (high attack power, armor penetration) Support: the Wraith's Monocle (short-range teleportation), Scapegoat's Eye (redirects aggro), the Terra Staff (terrain manipulation, turns ground to swamp), the Storage Ring (extra storage) Unknown: the Brass Key (unidentified, Mythic-grade) [Team Composition] Bella (Engineering): commands swarm self-detonating drones, modifies all manner of ammunition, rapidly disassembles and repairs vehicles. Vera (Medical): controls the Zombie Legion, the Level 4 flying Tyrant Angel (a living bio-bomber), crafts variou

“Already there.” Sparks arced from the west tower as his team cut their own lines; if the enemy wanted to chew on our nerves, they’d get dead cables and a shock for dessert. Ghost’s people used grapnels to haul up the chassis of a heavier drone, ripping its belly open and feeding it grenades until it coughed smoke. “Eyes on ground,” Ghost said. “They’re not just machines.”

— “Let’s show them the future of war. And while Cassius is busy trying to follow me, I’ll be selling him the Trojan horse that will destroy his stable.” Zahir approached, holding one of the new-generation drones. — “Ready for the demonstration. The swarm is programmed.” — “The new pieces?” I asked, a flash of genuine interest replacing the calculated coldness. — “They arrived today. The ones you designed last week. The prototypes are finished.” Zahir pointed to a workbench covered by a black cloth. — “It’s… different. Terrifyingly beautiful. Like everything you create.” I walked over to the workbench and pulled back the cloth.

The Scrapper drone was really screaming against my palm. The central red light was flashing like crazy as the Seventh Seal started to mess up its metal arms, bending them out of shape before it could even touch the wood of the table. "Data corruption detected!" the drone said in a pitched voice. "The variable 'Twilight' is not standard! Executing salvage override—" Then the drone just stopped working. The metal legs collapsed and the red eye went out. The whole thing fell apart into a handful of useless metal dust that fell into the acid on the floor.

Kai hissed. He shoved me back, his arm a bar of iron across my chest. We froze. At the far end of the corridor, where the shadows pooled thickest, a drone drifted into view. It wasn’t one of the friendly campus delivery bots. This was a Hunter model, sleek, black chrome, shaped like a teardrop, with a single, glowing red eye scanning the floor. It hovered, the hum of its anti-grav engine vibrating in my teeth. It turned. The red eye swept toward us.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

I walk through the crowd of people conversely to see the source of danger and my eyes almost bulges out. Zombies swarm across the hole from above the leaking ceiling of the base. Endlessly falling and tumbling to the ground chasing and biting people with their disgustingly sharp teeth..! Blood saturating the ground with rotten smells and tiny worms splattered around the base. "This is the apocalypse?!" I have never seen one before. This is the first. "Help..! Aaaaahh!" A rotting zombie takes hold of a child and is about to bite her. My hand trembles but I pick up my courage and...

Its chassis was cracked, leaking a foul-smelling blue fluid. "Is it dead?" Silas whispered. The drone’s central camera eye flickered to life. A bright, cold red. "Joshua Thorne." The voice didn't come from a person. It was a synthesized, hollow playback. It sounded like a ghost caught in a meat grinder. "I know you'm listening," the drone rasped. "You recognize your handiwork? The 192? It works better than your papers suggested. The mortality rate in the initial test group was ninety-four percent."