Michael ignored the horrible pain surging through his arm, leg and neck, as he quickly pulled the M4 off of his back. He didn’t have time to aim, so he fired a three-round burst from the hip, shredding apart the closest man’s face. Continue reading
“Welp, I’ve officially lost my re-virginity to a goddamn hallucination of an angry talking crow…” The moment that he ‘finished’ using Sarah’s bird-like body to satisfy himself, she transformed into a black mist and entered into his lungs. Thus, he was fairly certain that everything he had just experienced was nothing but an illusion brought forth by extreme desperation and loneliness. Continue reading
Michael expended a few hundred rounds of ammo, jogging down random hallways, avoiding the claws, teeth, fangs and hands of all the monsters that were constantly chasing him. He complained “Goddamn it! Where the fuck is this place?! I’m gonna be super pissed if I find out that I’m like, on a space-station or some bullshit like that! Well, it’d need to have artificial gravity, if that’s even possible… Considering that there’s a horde of crazy mutated zombie animals and people trying to eat me, I honestly wouldn’t be that impressed if I was in space!” Continue reading
“What’s wrong with him?” Admiral Cain was wearing a skin-tight red t-shirt, along with black jeans and combat boots. Standing next to him was a five-foot tall, middle-aged woman, with long white hair, extremely pale skin, and lipstick that matched her crimson irises. Continue reading
“Nyah~, I can’t leave~! Wah~, Mikey~, why can’t I leave~?! I wanna go~! Let me go~!” An adorable little cat-girl was crying and whining, while clawing angrily at an ominous wooden door. Continue reading
Fortunately, before the hospital spontaneously self-destructed, most of the patients, staff, and ‘guests’ within the building were evacuated to the ‘emergency shelter’. Rather than straight downward, the elevators in the basement were actually situated at a thirty-degree angle. Continue reading
“You’re certain he’s brain-dead?” An old man with wrinkles all over his face and dark-tan skin, was playing with his pure-white fumanchu moustache and staring at the beautiful doctor who was standing before him. He casually sat down upon his office chair and gazed out the window at the dark clouds in the sky. In Miami, thunderstorms were fairly common and could be easily disregarded, but hurricanes tended to be much more troublesome. Continue reading
Isabelle Krishna wasn’t the best neurosurgeon in the world, but she was certainly very close. However, she had an ‘unfair’ advantage over normal humans, because she was a Psycher. Continue reading
Blood was leaking down the back of Michael’s old leather jacket, gushing out from a relatively small bullet-wound. That crimson liquid seemed to radiate an incredible and terrifying power that didn’t seem to belong on Earth. Continue reading
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