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In a far off future, something happened. Whether it was nuclear weaponry or an accident, the entire world went Chernobyl. Massive amount of people died and became zombies, animals and humans were massively mutated, and new factions have risen to attempt some level of order. Some humans are isolated, unaware if there are others out there, while there are some...
"John Doe come on we need you on the front line." "Ah I'm coming Jim." you stood up from your bed that you was napping on. Jim threw a weapon in your direction. What weapon was it? sword and short knife - Not useful long range but great close range MM Pistol - Short range good but long range not useful. Reloading easy. Sub-Machine gun - G...
Nach den Ereignissen der letzten Woche, bist du ganz schön fertig. 6 Vampire, 3 Dämonen und eine nicht zu zählende Anzahl von Abwasser-Zombies . Das leben in Sunnydale, ist seit der Höllenschlund geschlossen ist einfach nicht leichter geworden. Du legst deine Kleidung ab, drehst den Wasserhahn auf und steigst unter die Dusche. Das warme Wasser scheint den...
Along the river-front factories sat aged and worn. Workers had long ago given up trying to find work there. Even animals avoided these ruins of industry. What weeds did grow, did so grudgingly. Occasionally a bird would settle to rest while flowing overhead, but the tremors of evil would drive it away. Now only the dead could find solace in this environment....
Chapter 1: Jon It happened so suddenly. No warning. Nothing. I have this habit. You see, I can't sleep. I don't operate like most people. My wife on the other hand sleeps like the dead. She hits the bed and she dies. I hit the bed and I can't stop thinking, can't stop shifting and just can't sleep, like at all. Oddly, I'm used to it. At a very young age...
"Zombie" "Would you like to see something interesting?" The phrasing was innocuous, but somehow the way Griffith said the words in his high, reedy voice made them hang in the air in a sinister fashion. He leaned forward slightly in his overstuffed chair with a child's curiosity in his eyes, but there was nothing innocent about him. If he had the inquisitive...
It was a completely typical day when the apocalypse happened, a mild June day that you couldn't describe as hot, typical British weather really. You actually didn't hear about the apocalypse until a few hours after it had begun, you'd always assumed the apocalypse would be fairly obvious but there was no mushroom cloud in the distance, no loud bang, no screa...
January 27th, 1885 Tarant, United Kingdom Our little weather beaten, disheveled trio had set a good, steady pace through the vastness of wilderness between the town of Shrouded Hills and the city of Tarant, which sat astride the Hadrian River like some ungainly colossus. While those weeks had been rife with ambushes by small raiding parties of kites, the...
These are the stories of some very special girlfriends. Special in the sense that they are not like me and you. No, they might be aliens! Angels... or demons! Maybe they are slime creatures from another planet bent on invading earth? Futas bred by the military as part of an experiment? Fantasy creatures out of a D&D setting or love making Zombies? Men in...