A streak of thunder cuts the sky as a decapitated head roll past my feet. It has been 26 years since the nuclear reaction killed about 60,000 people and infecting around 12,000,000 humans. " I love my work..." I say as my scythe splits the head of a infected human. "My name is Frau," I think aloud. "I am 16 years old living in a hell hold... After the explosion killed my family I joined the 'Black Knights' to stop the virus from spreading... We failed... The virus evolved and started to eat away at the brains of the humans causing the muscles to rip away at each other later killing the host." I finish. I look at the sky as a bolt of thunder that would change my life again crashed down on me. I wake up, not home, not in the facility, but in a coffin. "where am I!" I yell as my bad side takes ahold of me. I pound and pound on the wood and only stop when I hear the weeping... "Terra..." I whisper to my scythe which I happen to forget about. I cut the sides open with the little room I have and arrive at my own funeral... I stand up and look around. Only a few people catch my eye. Terra, Ventas, Vanteca, and... Who is THAT!! I manage to raise my scythe as the masked man dashes at me with his blades. He stops and dashes at Terra... "NO!!!" I yell and he stops instantly. "Now..." I raise my scythe. "DIE!" and he falls dead... With everyone in earshot...
Awww poor about to die friends. ): I think it should be called something simple. Like just Virus. What's the plot exactly?
Super, you havent been god-modding the whole entire time. -.- *charges super's horse and slams with smammer, killing instantly. Raises smammer overhead and kills super* You can't have survived that.
I don't usually do this but I feel bad for not posting much so here's a sneak peak of a bit of my next part in Atlantric unknown. Chapter 14: Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2 Jerad's View "Where are they?" I muttered "We don't know sir. None of them have been sighted." An admiral answered thinking I had been asking him. I ran a hand through my hair. What to do...what to do... "Admiral..." I started "Halden. Sir?" "Admiral Halden, take three scout groups and three guard patrols and move them to the entrances and exits of Atlantric. I want them directly in front." I ordered "Yes Sir!" Admiral Halden replied. I turned around to face the army I had assembled outside Parliament. My brain had calmed down and was now thinking strategically. My eyes scanned the crowd until I found who I was looking for. "Officer Derale!" I yelled The officer quickly hurried from the assembled lines to my side. "Yes Sir?" "I want your team to go into Parliament and find Derrick Kingsburg. He hasn't returned and I have every reason to think he was sent here as a spy." It didn't hurt to make Derrick Kingsburg look bad, I never liked the guy anyway. The officers eyes widened with this information. "Yes Sir!!" The Officer Turned to leave. "And Officer?" "Yes Sir?" "If you find ANY of the escaped prisoners and their friends DO NOT hesitate to kill them." I said sternly. "What about Seth Miland?" "What about Seth Miland?" I asked coldly. Officer Derale stared at his feet. "You said before never to kill him." "Officer look up." I ordered Officer Derale looked into my eyes. "I don't care whether he lives or dies, though I believe he is better off dead. As I said, do not hesitate to kill ANY of them." I leisurely dropped my hand to my laser gun. "Remember that." Then I strode away.
Since Fury and a Half appears to be popular here's a sneak peek of my next chapter. The High Chairs in Galatic Union of Deathfarix The High Chairs Galatic Union of Deathfarix was made purely of 12 highly trained warriors and scienctists. Each member had been put through intense training. Sword fighting, shooting, parkour, stamia, speed, strength and telepathy. Every member could break a brick wall with their fist, could outdo a knight in sword fighting… with their weaker hand, they could read minds, and could run as fast as a swooping hawk. They had to be at peace with the everything; cancel out everything and focus on one thing. Their accuracy was so precise that they chip the top of a blunt pencil lead with a 50. Cal laser bullet shot from a WΔΣ0Θ0δT without a scope; the best sniper rifle ever made. It was designed for assassinating from 50 miles and can go for 150 miles. The scope was heat, light and movement senstive.