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Location: Elysian Park Defense Line The problem, Cpl. Susan Navarro quickly realised, was the bats. The hordes of walking 'zombies' roaming the streets of L.A. were an annoyance in comparison. A dangerous annoyance that could rip a soldier apart in close combat but that was what assault rifles and airstrikes were for. Small arms fire was worse than useless against a zombie. They were mildly bullet resistant and would remain a threat even with what would be normally debilitating wounds on a human. The non-commissioned officers of her platoon and elsewhere were replacing their sidearms with extra ammo pouches or improvised melee weaponry, mostly fire axes and E-tools. SOP was to shoot the head or legs to hinder movement then have someone cut the bastards apart later. Leaving them without carrying out the second step wasn't an option because a disabled Z would eventually regenerate using that fucking green mist and try to jump teams from behind. Something the poor fuckers from third platoon had discovered the hard way. They swarmed in large numbers but had poor tactics and moved slowly enough that teams like her own could outmaneuver them easily. This was especially useful for the times when they funnelled Zulu Whiskey into killzones for the M240's. The memory of the last time they did that brought a smile to her face. A smile that faded as she recalled the other two types of humanoid Z that had popped up soon afterward. They called them Lurkers and Brutes. The Zulu Lima, or lurkers, were fucking sneaky shits that looked identical to the shamblers. They liked to hide in crowds, dark alleys and crawl spaces. They were also fast runners and could climb, like fucking spiders climb. Their favourite tactic was wedging themselves above doorways or under cars and ambushing soldiers clearing buildings. It had been good motivation for the rest of the soldiers to load up on melee weapons. However, the real reason why Susan's platoon were manning barricades around the refugee camp in the shadow of a Stryker was the brutes, Zulu Bravo. Eight feet tall Z covered with slabs of muscle and bullet-proof skin. They took a bit to get going but scuttle-butt said that two of those had burst out a store-front, flipped a tank and then proceeded to murder the sons of bitches clearing the area. So they were pulled back and a mortar strike got called. When a hundred more popped up with a horde of a couple thousand Zulu Whiskeys in loose formation, an airstrike was ordered once the Z started moving through cleared areas. The only problem was the bats. Tens of millions of the things spread through the air in great clouds, flying far faster and higher than their living counterparts. Susan could only watch with a sinking sensation as a fireball exploded in the middle of one such cloud before debris rained down somwhere deeper in the city. She thought she spotted a parachute but had other things to worry about as tendrils reached towards their lines like grasping fingers... Location: Wilkins County Non-Denominational Church of Christ Pastor John Walters had long decided to view the chaos of the past day as a test from God. It was his duty to administer to the souls of his flock and counsel them as best he could. If that meant turning his church into a temporary gathering place for the county militia then so be it. After a morning spent fighting rabid statuettes and putting an extra nail in the crucifix behind him, he felt inured to the madness. When this newest blasphemy had turned up smelling of grave soil he'd realised just how wrong he was to believe that. Mr. Clark hadn't taken his wife's resurrection well. He'd promptly shot the twisted abomination in the face and then gone on a rampage until he'd been dragged down by the things and brutally murdered. The fight had bought them time to construct a barricade from the pews which they now fought from. It also illustrated that letting the monsters get a hold of you was a death sentence. Loaded weapons were passed to the adults manning the barrier and exchanged for empty guns that were passed back to the kids in the chancel. To save on ammunition they'd adopted the dangerous tactic to dragging disabled zombies over the barricade. A second group of older teens was in charge of finishing them off with what melee weapons were on hand or could be fashioned from things like chair legs and the candelabras. He'd be having a talk with Mr. Sumner about the appropriate use of a crucifix when they survived. No matter how 'metal' he thought it was to wield a screaming pickaxe. Why did the fool boy pull the nail out? Blasphemy was blasphemy, they would be having words. If they survived... As things stood, the situation was grim. Most of their ammunition and weapons were still outside in their vehicles. The large entryway let in too many zombies for them to hold position indefinitely and with the church surrounded, escaping out the back wasn't an option. Pastor Walters could only pray to God for salvation between shooting zombies in the face. Amazingly, just as things were most dire, God did indeed answer his prayers. A bright light shone through the high windows, casting the abominations in stark relief. Later on the Pastor would swear that a choir of angels sang out as pillars of flame erupted in the church courtyard. In reality, it was the Alderdyce brothers doing doughnuts in a pickup truck to the tune of Blake Shelton. Their antics, the country music and the molotov cocktails they were thowing around provided the opportunity the church group needed to escape as the zombies found another, far more obnoxious, target. God works in mysterious ways. And apparently zombies hate country music. Location: Bastion One Drs. I, E and U were having a waking nightmare. The projection they were examining showed living human brain tissue. Most of the image was in shades of grey. It made it easy to see all the tiny specks of green flitting about. Doing things. In the deathly silent room someone muttered. "Oh fuck all kinds of duck!" Wonder and horror go hand in hand in the universe. It began quite innocently even. A mother's voice trembles as she finds the strength to do what needs to be done. "Ok Mina, we're going to play a game, like hide-and-seek. Close your eyes and stay in here while Mommy looks for Daddy. No matter what, don't open the door until you hear the special knock..." A father guides his kids the best he can. "Don't think of them as people son. They're just targets. Don't waste ammo on a bad shot. Aim for the head or the joints. Think of it, god... Think of it as a game! Ten points for a head shot, two for a joint, minus one point for every extra bullet you use. Got it?" Every hand was needed. "Ok, now big girls know how to count right? You put the bullets in here like so... and count each one that goes in like this. One, two, three..." The device was a toy after all... "Alright girlies we're doing this by the numbers. Odd-teams knock 'em down. Even-teams make sure they stay down. If Perkin's gra~ndma manages to kill one of you shit-for-brains, I'll drag you back from hell by the short and curlies for extra PT! Last squad to finish buys a round for the whole platoon! Hoo-ah!" The end result was thus, hardly surprising. The President looked at the assembled scientists and joint chiefs of staff. His eyes hovered over Dr. O's head for a moment as his lips trembled. He had the look of a man in desperate need of a hug. Unfortunately none of the people in the room seemed willing other than Dr. A. He was happily married however, so he bit the bullet and decided to address the elephant in the room. "So... You're a wizard now?" Hovering above the scientist's head in lime green text were the words. Dr. O Sage - Level 1 The End
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Decimating Gods and Demons
From Zero to One, One turning to Two, Two x Two equals Four, Four becomes Eight,Eight multiplied itself,Sixty-four symbols appear,Representing all... A boy who suddenly transcended to another world. A world that he dreamt day and night. It's a fantasy world where cultivators and cultivation exist! He easily adapted the new world as if he didn't care why he got there and only thinks to become a cultivator! In the midst of his immersion in his new life. He then suddenly wakes up and returned to the real world... He thought, "Was those experience that I felt so real were just a dream that I have created?" Warning: Contains Spoiler CULTIVATION SYSTEM Dantian has three parts. Lower Middle Upper. Upper - where the fog appears. Middle - will be revealed as the story progressed. Lower - the earth will appear. Mortal Realm - Measured the fog how dense it was. Earthen Realm - has nine earthen layers. - larger storage of elemental energy. - will be replenished by raining down the elemental energy from the formed fog at the upper level. Horizon Realm - Way of Recuperating Elemental Energy on Earthen Realm - has two ways. ¤ Gathers the elemental energy of Heaven and Earth ¤ Using the gathered fog at the upper level to replenish the earthen layered at the bottom level. I created this because of Daoist Trekshcool's concern. Thanks, fellow Daoist! Credits To All Daoists: Daoist Jaydcar - the first commenter. Daoist Trekshcool - the first Daoist who wrote and rated my story. Daoist Roknar - the 2nd commenter and the first who said, "ok this is one of the stupidest chapters you have written". Thanks to him I didn't write stupid chapters again. Hahaha. Daoist Roktah - gives me the insight in dao of a proofreader. Daoist IllusoryDemon - the first person who asked if he will be upgraded from the 'Daoist Invisibles'. Daoist Invisibles - to you all who read and even rated anonymously. Reminders: Their names are clickable except the Invisibles. BOOK ONE: Vivid Dreams
8 129Nifflheim
Asger awakes after being shot full of arrows in an unknown, frozen world. Hundreds of decaying bodies completely cover the ground around him. Cursing the gods, Asger begins searching for answers, until he stumbles upon companions. They soon uncover that they have found themselves in Nifflheim, a place where many go to face the crimes of their past lives. Refusing to take their eternal punishment lying down, the party begins searching for the three keys that are said to open the gates of Nifflheim and allow them into Valhalla. Will they make it out before they join the corpses around them? Or does the party have secrets that could lead to their downfall?
8 123Dungeon Isolation
About a dedicated gamer who reached the very end of a game after 6 years of playing non-stop. Forgetting anything around him and only focusing on the game. Only caring about his personal health, hygiene and looks, he dismissed everything as he immersed himself to complete the impossible game, even when the real world collapsed and dungeons formed all around. The Arisen amongst the populace of Earth took up arms against the monsters within them, gaining supernatural powers in the process. The 20 year old posted his victory over the once-thought-unbeatable game, on the forums that were once watched by the whole world and gameplay streamed live to a million spectators and players. He only receives meager praise from five people of the millions that he had imagined would be there. He wandered outside in the dark of night aiming for the vending machine placed in a dark alleyway, but slipped inside the barrier of a rank 1 dungeon unbeknownst to anyone including himself. (Get ready for the most over-powered protagonist on the entire Earth. He shatters the nine heavens. Turns the constellations upside down with his almighty energy, that is a magnet to all forms of harems, and it even rivals Kir###'s harem gathering power! First, ready yourselves for the most slice-of-life, snail-paced, slow plot development and worm-sized chapters in the whole of Royal Road. Don't even think about enjoying this one!) I don't post on weekends.
8.09 168Link X Reader One-Shots (DISCONTINUED)
--update: Occasionally going through and editing out some of my awful grammar and just making it more readable.--I've no more inspiration/motivation for this story. I thought I could do more, but I just can't. I'm truly sorry.These aren't great, so I'm sorry for grammar mistakes and poor writing in general. I hope you can enjoy them nonetheless and maybe even check out my other books-? Thank you.[[My Quotev story that I felt like moving here! @ ThatSleepyBoi]]
8 127His Light
"I'm a monster, I might hurt you.""Jasper, you could never hurt me, please.""There is too much darkness in my world, I could not live with myself if I let you in.""Then let me be your light."Disclaimer.I do not own a majority of the characters, I am simply reimagining the characters in my own way, all credit to Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series.
8 167Willa X Bucky Sequel
The sequel to Willa X Bucky book
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