Zombie Drone Oc Novels & Stories

Lorren stumbled backward, his lantern crashing into the water and hissing out. Darkness swallowed them. The hum rose into a pitch that made teeth ache. Alexander yanked the pin and hurled the charge. For half a second, nothing happened. Then the tunnel filled with white light — blinding, burning, brilliant. The sound of metal collapsing echoed like thunder. Sparks rained. Water hissed and boiled. When the flash faded, everything was still again. The first drone was a heap of melted steel. The second lay motionless in the water, its head split open. The third — the smallest — was still twitching, dragging itself toward the fallen core. Jun stepped forward and kicked it hard enough to send it

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."

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.

Zade snapped. “I know,” Xander said immediately. “That’s what scares me.” Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the ravine in stark white. For a split second, Zade saw Ironclad silhouetted against the storm—a fortress of steel and arrogance. And beneath it, movement. Drones. Small, angular shapes lifting from the upper terraces, descending toward the ravine. “They’re faster than I thought,” Xander muttered. Zade felt his pulse spike. “How far to the outer border?”

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."

It was hard not to look down. Under the oily green water right under my numb left foot the big matte-black disc of the Chronos drone was rising. Its smooth hull didn't make any bubbles as it hovered two feet below my boots. The big round camera lens in its center glowed with a white light that stared straight up at my sons chest. It spun with a hydraulic hiss that vibrated through the water and into my pelvis. The ocean around my thighs was getting weirdly warm, heated by the drones core. Click-click-click-click.