Chapter X
She maintained that smile as the necromorphs smashed down the apartment door and swarmed inside." for the first time ever they saw tears openly flowing down his face. but he was still smiling. "god i miss them." he muttered hoarsely.
Chapter II
At critical mass the monsters or necromorphs as they were called would all gather near the marker on the planet. they would the fuse their collective mass to create a celestial satellite, or moon." this time falco really lost it.
Chapter XII
"those necromorphs really did a number on it huh?" slippy commented. "yeah, i think in the end it was worser off then me." "well don't fret, i have all the things we could need to fix it." slippy assured.
Chapter VIII
As we got closer we saw him fight that thing," he pointed at the massive dead necromorph. it pinned him to the wall but he managed to kill it. then he was attacked again by a pack of these things.
What Pride Has Wrought
Wherever he was, they must be warned about the necromorph plague that had destroyed his people. frozen ruby red droplets drifted up into his vison as he neared the station. the man looked down to his torso.
nohope part one
this is my first story in a world far in the future the date is december 21, 2012 .I was sitting im my house preparing for the worst.As there had been repots of a large meteor(imagine the lincon memorial statue bout that large and wide) headed for the...
New Friends
. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* fox told the story, leaving out the necromorphs at a swift negative shake of alex's head. they were gone and he wanted to keep it that way.
What Once Was, Part II
Now the necromorphs were gone, he had a life to live, friends that he needed, and love that he thought he had found. if he lost it all again, it would absolutely destroy him, shattering his fragile core.
Chapter V
Even though the necromorphs were gone a small part of him was still afraid. he subconsciously held on to his pendent. when he finished his room alexander left to find slippy. he wanted to show the frog some human technology.
What Pride Has Wrought
Those creatures, the horrible abominations… necromorphs, they had bested him. he just didn't have the strength left to fight back. any determination he once possessed had been whittled away by thirty-seven days of endless hell.
What Has Been Done, Can Not Be Undone...
He returned them as he emptied his clip into a particularly large variation of necromorph._ _the creature gurgled as it collapsed without its sword-like limbs that it had been using to propel itself forward.
What Once Was, Part I
Many of the necromorphs wore something very similar, giving alex a very unpleasant feeling in his gut. before he could dwell on that any more, something happened. fox made his way to the front of the group and grabbed their attention. "okay guys..."