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Names: Cazzie (Sir Unit ) and Zhade (Hybrid)Gender: Both are female Sexual Preference:  Zhade (Straight) Cazzie (undecided)Occupation: Zhade  (Space Warrior/Scientist)  Cazzie (Bodyguard)Zhade's likes and Dislikes + reading books        - Dib+ Candy/Sweets        - Her Captors+ Exploring Space     - War/Blood+The Color Purple     - Loud Noises+ Gadget Making      - Crowded places+Alone Time              - Adrian (another oc)+ Her friends             - Bullies+ The Tallest             - Dirt & Filth+ Zim (Secertly)         -  Coffee   +Her 'Mother'             - Pork& Fish+Drawing Maps          +Quiet Nights            Cazzie's likes and Dislikes + Gir (Secretly)             - Dib+ Cake/Sweets        - Nuts+ Cats                    - Seeing Zhade angry or upset+The Color Pink     -  Zhade being bullied+ Hanging out with Zhade     -Animal Abuse+reading  comics              - Zhade's Captors​​​​​​​+ Her friends             - Hot Sunny Days+ Partying            - Dirt & Filth+ Video games         -  Coffee&Tea   ​​​​​​​+Fruit Punch        +The Tallests         +Nice Breezie Days +Hot Chocolate+Ice cream          ​​​​​​​  PERSONALITY  Zhade + Positive: Confident,Shy,Calm,Quiet,Ambitious - Negative: Martyr,Catty,compulsive,Nervous  PERSONALITY  Cazzie  + Positive: Loud ,Friendly,Understanding,Loyal, - Negative:Unpredicatable,Sly,impulsive, Short-tempered BioZhade was not always an Irken/Vortian Hybrid,The truth shes an Escaped Experiment who Escaped a reserach cult that was Doing tests on other lifeforms. one of them was an Irken female Soldier named Xavenderi,the only things left of the poor irken was their Sir Unit and Irken PAK which Zhade  keeps on her as she gained Access to all of  Xavenderi's Memories through it.Memories of other Invaders and life events and how they were Captured to begin with.   Trivia-  Zhade Escaped to Earth  with the help of the Tallest hoping to hide from those who are hunting her down- Zhade respects the Tallest as they were part of Xavenderi's Memories as Invaders not even Tallests yet back then when Xavenderi was part of the Irken army- Zhade's Goal is to bring down the cult that Experimented on her- Zhade doesnt need to keep the PAK Strapped to her to Survive  like a normal Irken but keeps it on her anyway as a memory of what became of the fallen Invader,Zhade sees the fallen  Invader as a 'Mother'  as she was "Born/Created" from their Remains.

🍎𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎🍎™Lucifer @theappledaddy/615978   Where did you go? It was just him now. Just him in the room filled with rubber ducks piled high towards the ceiling. A cluttered room filled with circus imagery, lamps, and tools that he used with his hobby of toy rubber duck making and inventing of small tinkering gadgets. It was a room that tried in its desperation to reflect a gold and crimson glow of happiness and innocent joy. It was a far cry from the emptiness that surrounded him in the room. It didn’t feel like it should have felt. Lucifer knew why. It was because his family used to spend time with him in this very room, but it had been so many years ago. Lucifer hugged himself and looked across his floor, staring into the patterns of the toy elephants and clown imagery lining the border against the walls. His grip on his forearms were held tight as his chest had started to feel tight. The room was suddenly so claustrophobic to him. He was fighting for breath. The pain felt like a spear of holy light searing hot and burning him on the inside. His hands panicked, turning more and more into claws as he started to dig his hands into his chest. A panic attack. It was nothing new. He’s had these before when his depression had hit an all-time low or when the loneliness of the palace began to prove too much to withstand. He just had to breathe. Just had to focus on his surroundings. Breathing in. There was really no pain. Breathing out. He was just upset. Breathing in. His family safe. Breathing out. He could reach them and they could reach him at any time…if they wanted…if he wanted. But they haven’t called him and he’s been too scared to call them. He stumbled towards the bed, where the four post canopy welcomed thick red curtains with gold lining. There were piles of rubber ducks on the mattress from the pillows and farther downward to the foot of the bed. He fell to his side of the bed, desperately searching underneath pillows and more rubber ducks. He dug through the pile of squeaking and quacking until he pulled out one large sized rubber duck. The large rubber duck looked to have been almost smiling back to him with dark eyeshadow, long eyelashes, blonde hair and horns sticking out from the duck’s head. “Lili…” He rasped past his quick breathing and smiled back to the rubber duck. A stray tear fell from his cheek as he kissed the toy duck’s bill. He clutched the duck closer to his chest. His breathing still didn’t seem to calm as much as he would have liked. He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed his wife desperately. He missed her so much that he felt the desperation eat away at him like a sickness. And he didn’t understand it. Why had she left? He wasn’t even given an explanation. If it was regret of him, she never spoke of it. Though, there was always some part of him that knew. Desperation turned to sadness and it seemed that every time he was upset, his sadness would soon turn into anger. He couldn’t escape his heart from hurting. He needed her. Nearly nothing meant anything to him without her. The rubber duck slipped from his grasp and his hands sank into his hair. Lucifer breathed fire as he tore back the blanket and ripped it in shreds. His eyes turned red as he glared harshly at the wooden posts to his bed. It was getting to where he couldn’t control himself. He lashed out things that held her memories. His hands burned the wood as he snapped the posts off. The canopy started to catch on fire as it surrounded him on the bed. He kicked away the rubber ducks as he moved from the bed and walked towards the dresser. He snarled, taking his anger out on the dresser next, slamming his fist into the mirror to shatter the glass. His fists then landed hard on the dresser, splitting the thick oak down the center, where he ripped it in half. His wings, tail, and horns started to grow with the more destruction that he began to cause within the room. He threw the elephant teapot across the room, shattering the porcelain into tiny pieces. His wings brushed past mountains of rubber ducks, knocking them against the adjacent wall. He continued in his destructive path until the entire room was all engulfed in flames around him. The only thing that remained untouched was the large family portrait that he had of his family. His glowing crimson eyes looked at the portrait in a slight frozen fear to see the flames of his destruction climbing closer towards the painting. His eyes registered the sight and his pupils centered around the portrait. Straightening his back, Lucifer quickly extended his arms from both sides of himself. With pulling at the threads of magic, he doused out the flames and began to repair all of the damage that he had just caused. The dresser pulled back together. Pieces of glass and porcelain lifted and repaired itself into their respective places. Charred wood regained color and restored strength and fabrics and the carpet and all repaired as if fire had never touched the room. With the room cleared of the fire and restored back to its pristine mess, Lucifer walked towards the portrait. “Lilith…I miss you.” He said, looking up at her as his horns with fire retracted. His eyes slowly started to register back to their golden hue instead of the angry crimson of restrained power. He traced his fingertips along the fabric of Lilith’s painted cheek. His head hung low and he started to sob. His arms dropped back to his hair as he pressed his head towards the painting. He stared down to the floor before his eyesight registered at seeing the rubber duck that was made in Lilith’s likeness. After a few quick breaths to try and calm himself down, Lucifer sniffled and wiped at his eyes dry. He reached down to pick up the rubber duck, petting it and kissing its cheek. “Come on, Lili…” His voice croaked when he spoke to the rubber duck. It was almost as if he had been speaking to his wife. By far, it wasn’t the same but it was one of the rare connections and memories that he clung to of her. He cradled the rubber duck close to his chest, stroking the toy blonde wig as he walked. Lucifer carried the toy with him as he left the room. Walking slowly down the hallway, his head held high as he called magic to surround him and dress him back into formal clothing once more. He didn’t make eye contact with any of his staff. He didn’t care what they may have said; seeing him cradling another rubber duck in public this way. He carried the rubber duck with him down to the throne room, where three thrones awaited. In a cloud of red smoke, he disappeared and reappeared on top of the tallest throne that was surrounding its backrest of black iron wings and eyes centered within it. Lucifer sighed heavily and looked towards his third lowest thrown next to him. There on the seat was another rubber duck with long blonde hair and rosy cheeks that resembled Charlie. He smiled sadly, staring towards it. In a slow reach then, Lucifer turned with shaking hands to put “Lili” in her respective seat to his other side. He almost couldn’t let the toy duck loose from his hands, but with the slight pull of gravity, it was manageable and Lucifer breathed in quickly, returning his hands back over the hand-rests of his throne. His breathing was finally steady and somewhat more calm now. Staring downward, his expression turned more pensive. He could feel the shadows move around him but none of them belonged to his family. He was alone in this palace, …and how he hated it so much. Music: Where did you go? Created by Patriot

Demon Name : none as of nowTrue Name:  Annabelle/AnnaBellaNicknames / Alias:   Annie,Anna (Hates being called these names) Bella  Belle Date of Birth: May 26 1996  Date of death: September 8 2016   Cause of death: caught in a terrorist explosion  during a gang fight Likes: Music ( like rock and video game music but no k-pop or anything like that) Candy Bars (like plain milk chocolate or rich alpine Milk) Spicy food Sweets Lolipops Annoying Angel Dust Video games not gonna admit it,but is fond of a certain radio demon Anime Turf wars Gang fights Murder Meat (anything but pork and fish) cold lemon ice tea italian pasta dishes  Dislikes: Dark chocolate Coffee Being underestimated  Being ignored Betrayal Jerks Her father Sour things Angel dust in general (known as the 8-legged drug addicted playboy) Drugs and alcohol Angel’s Sexual remarks (she will throw one right back at him as a insult) Mass genocide (Annabelle may like killing people but she has standards  not even she won’t kill things like lil kids) Child/animal abuse PERSONAL INFORMATION   Species: Deer Demon/Deerling (Current), Human (Formerly)  Gender: Female  Occupation:  Gang leader  Sexual Orientation: Straight / Heterosexual (forced self to be Asexual due to past life problems with a abusive Boyfriend)     Status: Active  Relatives  Older Brother: Unnamed   Abusive "Father":  an Unnamed  overload of hell going by  the name  "The Puppet Master"  he sending mystery packages  of dolls to people and uses them to spy  or to secertly gain control of themMother:Unnamed Cassandra: Ancestor PERSONALITY + Positive: Confident,Respectful,Understanding,Obedient   - Negative:Cold,Cruel ,Distant,ManipulativeUnpredicatable,Sly Before DeathAnnabella was a gangleader in a dangerous city of North Dakota,She grew up undercold harsh treament from her "father" who never cared for her nor her older brothernot even a bit love for his wife as he kill her in cold blood with no hestitation at all.Annabelle and her older brother couldnt do other than watch as their mother collapse in a pool of her own blood. Seems the father cared more of money and power rather than  his wife and kids,seperating the two to be raised to become serperate gang leaders with no memory of each other.Annabella ended up getting her memories back not long after turning 14 years old  in 2010,finding out finding out her brother brainwashed by her father to beileve she's the one who behind all of this when in reality her father made all of this a game from seperating them when they were lil raising them to be mafia gang leaders going at each other throats.Death Somwhere in the middle of 2016 during the fall everything came to an end when both gangs where dueling out in abuilding parking lot bombs were set up by the father's personal gang went off    RELATIONSHIPS         Alastor: Respects him fully as he is a overlord, and sees him as a high ranking Deerling,with unknowingly the bonus of having a small          crush on him  that she isn’t  aware of  Charlie:  A good friend who needs help correcting her errors Vaggie Charlie's friend who looks out  Angel Dust complete annoying ass prick and was the first Sinizen  she encountered when she arrived in hellHusk seems like an old veteran  that  Suffered throu some things  Arackniss (she calls him Acne and is on good  terms with him)   Sir Pentious (calls him a  multi-eyed freakshow)was a enemy   of Angel Dust and Formerly a Sinner/Now is the first  Redeemed soul to enter Heaven  Cherri Bomb Angel's  bestie and partner in crime Nifty a young hyperactive  Sinner with addictive need to  clean   POWERS AND ABILITIES     "Phased out" is when she looses control of her  demon form and powers which she has no control over and goes rampaging slaying everything in sight until  she  fades out returning to normal with no memory of what happened  - Claws and Fangs: Like many demons, she possesses sharp claws and fangs  TRIVIA She diedat  age 20 and is now 24 after a few months and show's pilot aired She loves sweets her favorites are chocolate candy bars and lollipops. Her arms were Banaged up from burns and cuts She was a gang leader when she was alive and still is one in hell going around collecting info and trying to locate  her fallen members  hoping to gather the entire group  again as they all died at the same time in a explosion from the building that was falling apart along with another gang they were fighting against Hates Angel dust as he's the very first demon she made contact when arriving in hell and regrets meeting  him Became a cannibal after ending up in hell(will be updating  this every now and then)

Ref for my oc >> https://www.aniroleplay.com/view_gallery_photo.php?photo_id=6963415&member_id=387164Been getting back into Gravity Falls over the last couple weeks all while simping over a certain Dorito Demon  and decided to revamp my GF oc Cici aka Ciel Cipher who is  a Dream demon  and Nightmare Siren Hybridher flames are a Violet color and she can make deals but is not like Bill at all her adopted Father is Stanford Pines as  he is the one  who found her in the woods  when he moved to Gravity Falls and she was only 4 years old  covered in scraps and bruises.(WARNING SHE IS NOWHERE RELATED TO BILL CIPHER DESPITE HER NAME AND POWERS) Full Name: Ciel CipherNickname: CiCi (what she prefers to be called while living in the Town of Gravity falls unless someone finds out her real name,shes scared on how the Pines family will react to her real name)Alias: Perfect ‘Dream’ Gal, Cipher (by those who know her real name which is mostly random  monsters that work for her father) Gender: FemaleAge: 18 (Chronically +1847 Yrs old)Species: Dream Demon and Nightmare  Siren Hybrid which is aNightmare monstrous 4 armed Demonic Hellhound wolf Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Alive  Occupation: Dream Demon ,a Bartender at a teensnight club in the town of Gravity Falls,Birthday: November 8, 1982 (the day she was found by Stanford Pines as a  4 yr old child)September 14, 1532 (the day she lost her older Brother)December 18, 408x (actual Birthday)~ The Character's Appearance: ~ Height: 4’8 ftWeight: 116bsHandedness: Right handedClothing Style: Cici's  Choice of Style is like a Teen Party Night club theme Other Form: she can switch between her Human Disguise and her true form Extra Feature : CiCi keeps her hair brushed over her left eye making it look like a burn scar making her left eye Sensitive to light when in reality the reason it’s her Demonic eye and she can see the Supernatural that no one else can see.~ About The Character: ~Personality:+ Positive :Supportive  Confident,Respectful,Understanding,- Negative: Cold (only to those she hates) , ManipulativeUnpredicatable,Favorite: Hot Caramel Cocoa, Rainy Days, The Color red, milk Chocolate,making people smiling,giving people riddles to solveLeast Favorite: Hot Sunny Days,seeing people Sad,Dark ChocolateHobbies//Habit:  Partying,Making Deals, Aquiring power,Playing Pranks on Dipper and Stanley Pines ,bullying Gideon,helping out around the Msytery Shack Phobia:  Seeing  Her brother's Death  all over again, Mentioning of her birth father.  Best Qualities: Singing, Drawing posters,making Drinks at the bar even Non Alcoholic onesWorst Qualities: (none so far) Mannerisms: none so far Goals: Gather lots of Nightmare and Negativity fuel to get stronger as well as to Revive her Dead older Brother ~ The Character's Abilities:~ Abilities: Flight,Charisma,Mastery of manipulation,Violet fire breath,PyrokinesisRegeneration, Telepathy, Telekinesis,Chaos magic manipulation,Umbrakinesis,Nightmare Inducement,Remote Teleportation,Levitation. , ~ Stats: ~ Power//Attack:  9.9/10Intelligence//Knowledge:  8.7/10Wit:  9.8/10 Will To Act:  9.6/10Speed:  9.6/10 Agility:  8.8/10 Leadership Skills:  9.7/10Defense:  9.7/10Offense:  8.7/10~ The Character's Relationships With Others: ~ Relationship Status: Single Love Interest: Bill Cipher (is unaware of having  an Interest in him)~ Acquaintance(s//Minions): ~Friends:Stanford Pines (Adopted Father)Mabel ( Cousin by Adoption )SoosWendyDipper ( Cousin by Adoption )Zelda(another oc)Seraphona ( Older Brother’s GF and another oc) Enemies:Gideon GleefulHer biological Father: Avalyon CipherStanley Pines (formerly ) ~ Other Relationships: ~~ The Character's Family: ~Father: Stanford Pines (Adopted Father)Avalyon Cipher (Her biological Father)Mother: a Nightmare Siren named EclipsaSibling: Sebastian Cipher (older brother)Birthplace: Between the 2nd & 3rd   DimensionsDate of Birth: December 18, 408xBio: Ciel was found by Stanford Pines in the woods of Gravity Falls at the Age of 4, near the river unconscious and alone corvered in bruises. Hoped to find out her parents and  what suprised the young researcher was her ability to translate texts and scripts from ancient time despite her age.While the young girl was away exploring the woods looking  for anything  her newly adopted father  could add to his research, The event of  the real Standford disappearing for 30 years through a portal took place leaving her to believe the twin Brother Stanley was him but with amnesia from  the result of  getting hit on the head as he didnt have any memory of her.It wasnt till during the Episode of Dreamscaperers that Cici found out what really happened all while traveling into Stanley's mind with Dipper and Mabel and Soos hoping to stop Bill,she found a door with the memories of what happened that day to the real Stanford pines and realization sunk in.Cici was told that Ford had a brother but didnt think they were twins.Now with a change of view she secertly helps Stanley in his goal on bringing his brother back  while at different times on her own by traveling to nightmare realm or other dimensions hoping to find Ford by some luck she runs into him but so far no avail.~ Extra Information: ~Voice Actor: Tara Stong Quote: "Dreams can become a reality if you just Believe in yourself"

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1. ~TSUNAMI~After years of celibacy and keeping her heart closed, a man managed to break through and have Tsunami fall in love with him. However, in the end he chooses another woman. Tsunami decides the pain and years of suffering need to end. In an attempt to end her life, she encases her body in dark ice. Many years pass, perhaps centuries, before she is found by another with the capability of bringing her back to life. When learning of who she is and what she's done, the man temporarily takes away her powers, forcing her to live as a human while he tries to help her adjust to this new way of life. However, in time, when he sees who the woman truly is, he falls in love with her.2.

“Okay, he’s broken them up, but we still got some stragglers outside” Briggs turned to Charles and Ramirez “Keep it on the down low, no guns unless we have to, got it?” “I gotchu, man” Ramirez strapped his rifle to his back and upholstered a machete from his side, while Charles screwed a suppressor to the end of his pistol. With a nod of tacit understanding they made their way to the front door, moving aside the old crap that made up their barricade, before opening the doors. The streets were almost bare except for some of the infected walking around. “Alright, keep it quiet” Briggs slowly and cautiously made his way down the steps, one of the undead creatures saw him and immediately lunged, only for Briggs to side step him and pull him into a headlock, one sharp twist was all it took to snap the neck. Ramierez took the head of another infected with one smooth slice of his blade, while Charles popped off a few silent shots, dispatching multiple targets with haste and finesse. As they stood around examining their handiwork and checking the area, a deafening explosion shook the ground, followed a plume of black smoke that rose from the buildings just around the corner “Should we…check on him?” Charles said slowly, concern creeping in his voice. Briggs just stared for a moment longer, before shaking his head “Let the boy cook..we need to take care of the chaff.” Ramirez and Charles looked at each other for a beat, before nodding in agreement, before following Briggs deeper into the town, where the numbers were increased, but nothing they couldn’t handle. They used the abandoned cars and overgrowth as a means to navigate the small area, camouflage to get the jump on their enemies, or to avoid a fight entirely, this worked until they got to the town square, where they weren’t prepared for what was waiting for them. The church, windows broken and doors smashed, making it a gaping darkened maw, but that that wasn’t anything new, this is what the entire town looked like, but there was something strange about this building in particular, a low droning sound that emanate from it, like a low pitched siren that was barely audible. The three men looked on in confusion, before moving forward. Inside: the far walls were engulfed in darkness, yet why did it seem the shadows moved of their own accord? Ahead of them was the altar, candles lit at both sides, and stood at it was an elderly pastor. They immediately trained their guns on him, waiting for him to make a move, but it never came, instead…there were words. “Come ye lonely, forsaken souls, step into the refuge” The pastor mumbled semi-coherently “Be as am I, see countless eons and millenia, see civilizations lost, imbibe in the infinite knowledge of his gift” “Sir” Briggs interrupted, “You’re going to come with us, okay? We’ll get you treated” “Can’t you see this is hopeless? That your war is fought in vain? Under him we will all be as one, we will ride on celestial waves throughout the universe, all will be one under the stygian king…” He raises his head, black viscous liquid cascades from his mouth and out of his eyes “Oh f*** no…” Briggs and the others immediately began backing up, until a string of tongue, throat and intestines drops down from the ceiling, wrapping about Ramirez neck like a noose, before violently yanking him upward, hid machete clattering to the floor. Charles and Briggs look up in horror to see a strange creature, it looked exactly like a spider grafted into being by multiple bodies melting into one hideous form, it used the collective of its own organs like a frog’s tongue. It’s overly widened mouth opened, jaw unhinged as Ramirez choked screams became even more muffled as his head and shoulders disappeared into the toothy mouth of the abomination, and one bite tore him in two, leaving his bloodied remains from the chest down to fall to the floor with a squelch. Briggs growled through gritted teeth and without hesitation begins blasting at the monster above him, blowing off chunks of flesh and even one of the extra limbs it wasn’t even meant to have, this caused this mutated flesh spider to hit the ground also with a sickly hollow thud, both Briggs and Charles mag dumped into the beast until it was nothing more than a writhing lump of gruesome pulp on the floor, marinating in it’s own tar like juices. “EMBRACE US!” the pastor cried out, before Briggs raised his shotgun and blew his head off. “C’mon back it up” Briggs shouts to Charles, who was already receding towards the entrance, as ghastly shapes twist and shift in the shadows around them, arms and limbs like the branches of a gnarled dying tree were clawing on the floor, amorphous masses bubbling flesh dragging themselves towards them. Briggs cursed under his breath as he removed the whole strap of grenades from his flak jacket, pulling the pin on one of them as he hurled it into the middle of the church. Flailing tendrils erupt from the spurting neck stump of pastor, his clothes bursting open as his torso tore in half down the middle revealing multiple rows of jagged teeth. “Yeah, f*** you too” Briggs turned and bolts out of the church along with Charles, just as they were thrown clear of the explosion, a hundred distorted and disjointed voices cry out in pain. Hundreds of flailing deformed limbs wave helplessly in the inferno that consumes them. Despite being out in the street, the fire gave them a better look at things in the church. Briggs looked back at Charles who sat there, his eyes wide, his skin slick with sweat and his bottom lip trembling, Briggs grabbed him and shook him at first “Charles, Charles snap out of it!” when that didn’t work he forcefully turned him away from the blazing church, repeatedly slapping him across the face “Snap the f*** out of it soldier, we got work to do, you got it?” “Ye-yes, yes sir!” Charles immediately piped up. “Good, keep your eyes peeled son, or else we’ll end up like Ramirez, got it?” “Got it, sir” “Okay, lets go, I want to get the f*** out of here, before that becomes us.” *** Much to the Chagrin of Joe Briggs, the mid day had slowly succumbed to twilight, he and Charles relied on only their flashlights and the full moon that hung above them. Their search in town proved ultimately fruitless and all attempts to regroup with Roy had failed, he didn’t respond on the radio and he couldn’t be found anywhere. But they had to complete the mission. Eventually they found themselves venturing up the road, towards what looked like a farmhouse, barn and silo combo, it was the last place to check. As they ventured up the trail that led to the front of the property, they spotted the farmer, or at least what used to be the farmer standing there, staring off at the fields in a trance, buried away in his subconscious was the man he used to be, but he was too far gone. Nothing could save him, except a 9mm lobotomy. Both Briggs and Charles looked at one another, and it was with a quick pop from Charle’s silent pistol that put the man out of his misery, for good, with a couple of more shots to the head just to make sure he wouldn’t get back up. They didn’t need to do much searching, especially as the small metal shed structure was the first thing Briggs had spotted. Something in his gut told him that this is what they were looking for, anything safeguarded by a padlock had to be important right? He wasn’t going to waste his time with finesse and lock picking, he just took the butt of his shotgun and slammed it onto the lock a few times until it finally yielded, hitting the dried grass with a heavy thump. He then pulls open the door, his forehead creasing into a frown at what he saw. Charles came up beside him, his eyes wide as saucers. A huge lump of rock, a sizable crack in its stony face, and from it oozes that same black viscous goo that filled the bodies of the monstrosities in town. “Is that…?” “A blessing fallen from the sky, a gift from heaven…” Briggs replied grimly before turning to Charles “But to you and me, that’s a f***ing meteorite” with a sigh he turned away, marching a few paces before taking out his radio. “Romeo Station, this Romeo two five - do you copy? Over” “Copy that Romeo two five, what’s the situation? Over” “We’ve located the objective, calling for immediate evac at the farm house. Over” “Copy that Romeo two five, an evac chopper will be dispatched to your location, over and out” “BRIGGS!” Charles cries out, but it’s too late as Briggs turns and sees a hulking monstrosity leap out from the cornfield, a hideously mutated dog, barely holding onto any fur it had. He couldn’t move in time, and the beast was already on top of him, it’s vice like jaws clamping down on the arm he was using to shield himself, Briggs cries out as he tries to shove the beast off, but to no avail. Charles trains his pistol on it, but the moment he squeezed down on the trigger, he heard the gun click empty. Frantically he tried fishing out a new magazine, cursing under his breath as one panicked fumble ran into another. Suddenly a heavy boot came smashing into the side of the beast’s head, knocking it groggy, Roy quickly climbs on top of it, one arm wrapped around the creature’s engorged neck, while with his free hand brought his pistol to it’s temple, firing off shots until his ammo was spent, causing the monster to slump forward. He stepped off, watching as Briggs with a frustrated huff threw the animal off to the side, and slowly got to his feet, dusting himself off. “You took your time, thought you were dead” mumbled Briggs “Why weren’t you answering your radio?” “Lost it when getting chased down by a horde of those freaks in town…” The sniper’s eyes ventured down, where the monster’s teeth had torn through the kevlar and pierced through the flesh. For a moment Briggs was confused, before his gaze also shifted down to the newly made wound. A few moments felt like eternity as the three men looked between each other, the only thing breaking the silence was the magazine being discharged from Roy’s pistol, Briggs looks on as he watches his friend load in the new cartridge, and pull back the slide. Slowly raising it, lining the sights up between his eyes, just as the whirring of chopper blades drew near. “Extract when ready…”

The fleeting rays of the evening sun peered over the golden expanse of what would soon become a bountiful harvest while setting the heavens ablaze in many a fiery hue. Through the calming and serene song of nature came the whirring and groans of a dying engine as the rusted old Volkswagen beetle came rattling down the country road, kicking up dust and expelling exhaust in its wake. Inside, sat James Danton, one of few who had been chewed up and spat out by his country's failing economy, though in this age of secular and liberal ideals, the name of Christ carried with it a king’s ransom: James was just another maggot feeding on the fetid corpse of religion, selling faith to the hapless at discount prices. A fact he was reminded of as he peered over at the stack of small leather bound bibles in the passenger seat, with a few more stuffed inside the bag emblazoned with name and overly simplified and soulless logo of some church. They all say the same thing, why do you need so many offshoots and revisions of the same god damn text? His tie and collar were pulled askew and soaked in sweat, despite the best efforts of the vehicle’s air conditioning, which felt like nothing more than a stranger’s labored breaths upon his skin, while he was being slowly roasted alive in this small rusted oven. Though it seemed like he wasn’t the only one feeling the heat as a series of loud mechanical sputters had roused him from his reveries, followed by a waft of black smoke that arose from beneath the hood, heralding the expiration of the engine with one last dying wheeze. “Oh no,” heavy lids pullback in startled realization “No no!” Though no matter how many times he slammed his palm upon the dashboard in his frustration, it did nothing to remedy the car's gradual decrease in speed. The salesman used what little momentum the car had left to ease it over into the closest layby. stepping out, He popped open the bonnet and was immediately greeted with a black noxious cloud which had him stumbling back in surprise and wafting at the air, it wasn’t long before he too was coughing and spluttering like the clapped-out jalopy in front of him. “Of all the times you could have broken down and it had to be-” A loud pained hiss stopped him mid-sentence, without thinking he placed his hand on the engine and felt the fury of its searing kiss, causing him to instantly pull back “F***” the tip of his shoe hit the bumper with a loud clack and was forceful enough to send the hood slamming back down. The smoke gradually dispersed, while James began to pace up and down the edge of the road, mind swimming with a hundred thoughts and ideas a second, but all leading to the same inevitable dead end. In the back of his mind, he held the hope of hopes that someone would drive past here at some point, yet he hadn’t seen a single soul throughout his journey, and even if lady luck were to smile on him, how likely would it be that they’d pick up a hitchhiker? There’s only one thing for it, you’re hop footing it to the nearest town, wherever the f*** that is. James weighed his very limited, and very lousy, options, and with one deep sigh resigned himself to the inevitable. Reaching into the back seat, he took his coat, jacket and made the effort to tidy himself up, straightening his tie and rolling down his sleeves. He opened up the car and lurched back inside, taking a pistol from the glove compartment. With the amount of cash he carried around with him, some punk was always going to try his luck. James holsters the weapon inside his jacket, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it today, tomorrow, or ever. Taking money from idiots was one thing, killing someone was a lot different. The eventual setting of the sun had waned the relentless onslaught of the heat, and respite came in the form of a gentle breeze that undulates the fields all around him and chills the sweat upon his brow. Half an hour of ceaseless trekking had awarded him with new hopes, capping the distance was a lonesome farmhouse, complete with a barn, silo, the works! A dirt path that splits off from the main road takes him up to the house, the boards squeak and creak beneath his feet as he steps up onto the patio. A long slender digit pressed to the doorbell, sending its delightful little chime through the house, and he waited and waited. The salesman took a few steps back, glancing up at the second-story windows, no lights, no sound, nothing, yet why did this place look so well maintained? Recently abandoned maybe? As strange it sounded, maybe the occupants were tending to the duties around the farm? To assuage his suspicions, he left the patio and began his perambulations about the property. The first thing he saw was a large metal shed, bolted and locked, and beside it sat a doghouse, but what was that beside it? Close inspection showed a chain, which was used to restrain the absent creature, but it had been snapped, pulled apart with inhuman force. Oh great, Cujo’s patrolling the premises The entrance to the barn was the first thing that caught his eye after a cursory glance at his surroundings, the door was ajar, the obfuscating and ominous gloom of interior beckoned him, and just like a slave to his curiosity, he answered so obediently. The large doors were pulled apart and threw James elongated shadow upon the dusty stone floors. That’s when it hit him, a stench even fouler than anything a burnt-out old engine could produce, the putrid aroma of rotting meat. He held back the need to wretch, and instead followed the smell and the buzzing of flies to the nearest stall, whose door was wide open. eyes widened and jaw agape at the grizzly display that befell him; a horse, a creature once so awesome and majestic, now lies eviscerated and partially eaten by maggots. A gaping bloodied hole had been ripped into the stomach, spilling the animal’s now rancid innards upon the ground. So fascinated by this morbid display, he had almost missed the shifting of shadow and form illuminated upon the floor, causing him to turn and face the one responsible. His earlier remarks now manifest themselves in nightmarish reality at the beast who now stood in the doorway, a dog, or at least it used to be: it was now as big as a tiger and looked twice as nasty, tufts of fur clung to it’s grotesquely mutated flesh, musculature bulging and beyond freakish. The creature’s bloodied lips curled in a sickening smile, glowing emerald eyes stare at him hungrily as it took slow and careful steps forward, immediately followed by James taking a step back. They both stopped, each unmoving second felt like a fuse on a stick of dynamite, slowly burning down before everything went boom. James turned so quickly that his brain didn’t even have time to register it, it was sent reeling by the sudden rotation, all form of coordination going out the window as his foot met with his ankle as he was sent stumbling forward and falling flat on his face, but there was no time to think about that pain as he quickly scurried to his feet and rushed to the door, he could hear the monster behind him, its pants getting louder and clearer the closer it got, until he finally got to the barn and slammed the door shut on its snout. The doors shook with the might of the creature’s bombardment, its growls and roars unlike any animal he has ever known, it definitely wasn’t a dog. James wasted no time in returning to the house, whether anyone was in or not, he needed to use the phone. The front door swung open with one mighty boot, and the salesman did a quick sweep of the narrow hallway, before going into where he assumed was the dining room, which had an open archway that led into the living room, presto, the phone was situated on a small side table next to a beaten old couch. James practically dived on it, picking up the receiver and began calling the authorities, but there was nothing. The phone was dead, in his mania he didn’t notice the lack of dial tone. “Sh*t!” Hissed the Salesman, letting himself practically deflate upon the couch, his head laid back and looking up at the ceiling, which used to be painted white, but time has tinged it a faint yellowish hue, and right above him was a large, black damp spot. Do I even want to know? A voice from within questioned, but his body answered as he got back up on his feet and ventured out into the corridor, cautiously climbing the stairs, where the sounds of subtle coughing and wheezing were coming in a little clearer, it was the second door on the right. The hinges squeak as he peers into the room, instinct has him draw back instantly at what he saw: a woman, probably in her late fifties lays in bed, her features gaunt and pale, her skin almost translucent, her hair black and overly slick, it pretty much clings to her scalp, her eyes are glassy, a black viscous liquid pours out from between her lips. It has already thoroughly soaked the sheets, her chin, her night clothes, everything. She croaks incomprehensibly upon seeing the stranger, a bony hand wrapped in loose skin reaches for him, she even pivots and turns her own body until she rolls out of bed and hits the floor with a sickening splat. He had enough, he’d seen enough. James bolts down the stairs and past the threshold of the front door, making his way over to the pick up truck where a swift elbow smashes the glass of the passenger side, allowing him to unlock the door and to crawl inside. He did not like the life he led up to this point, but he was glad his past as an absolute scuzzball had afforded him the knowledge to hotwire a car. Frantically he removes the paneling from underneath the steering wheel, repeatedly bringing the starter and ignition wires together, the engine sputtering and croaking with each contact, bringing him a little closer to his hopes of escape. So focused was James on this task that he didn’t see the figure standing beside the truck, only when the large meaty arm of the farmer had punched through the window beside him, followed by the other which caught James in a headlock and began dragging him out of the vehicle, just as it purred to life. Looking up, James was finally able to see the face of his attacker, a foul perversion of a man, face swollen, pustules leaking the same black fluids that he saw just moments ago. Without thinking, he drew his gun and blasted the farmer in the chest at point blank range, three shots was all it took to send the monster reeling back, but not enough to down it. James was back in the truck, shifting gears and flooring the pedal. The wheels spun in the dust momentarily, kicking up a sizable cloud before he sped off from the scene with a loud mechanical shriek, the last thing he saw of that accursed farmhouse was the farmer shambling after him. “Jesus christ” James was breathless, his heart leaping into his throat, he thought he’d puke any second now, he was amazed he hadn’t. His first instinct was to ride into town, tell the authorities, warn the people, would they believe him? No, he wouldn’t even believe him, part of him even wished he could just drive on, forget about what he saw, drink himself into a stupor and pretend it was all just a bad dream, if only. Five minutes had passed and James was already entering town, in his panic he hadn’t bothered with careful and precise parking, just opted instead to mount the curb with the borrowed truck, scrambling out of the driver seat and began frantically running towards the building labeled as the “Sheriff’s office” by the sign outside. James climbed the steps and barged through the double doors, his heart sinking when he saw what was on the other side… He found the sheriff, and the deputy too, along with a few of the towns people: hunkered over the body of a lifeless woman, stomach torn open as several pairs of bloodied hands delved deep, ripping out chunks of her intestines, teeth gnawing, bloody lips smacking as they feast. “No” the words were barely audible, James felt his stomach turn in on itself and what little he had to eat was now rushing upward. He turns, vomiting violently into the corner of the entrance, gasping for air. Such noise did not go unnoticed however, as the gaggle of predators looked up from their meal and set glowing green eyes on their new prey. James could see this. Though they were reluctant to obey, he forced his legs to move, carrying him out the station in a brisk, yet tired jog, just as he heard the creatures behind him wail and shriek in a hunger for flesh that would never be assuaged, but there was another sound, something thunderous, something moving in the sky above him. One thing at a time, he looked back and saw the sheriff and his deputy running after him at full speed, they were going to catch him, he just knew it. James turns, pistol drawn as he mag dumps into anything that comes near him, one shot missed, the other two land, but does nothing to impede their approach. Suddenly the Sheriff's head explodes in a red mist as he was just about to lunge for James, the deputy was soon to follow as his ankle erupts into gore beneath him, sending him face first into the concrete, before a golf ball sized hole is blasted through his head, reducing him to nothing more than a spasming flesh pile. It was only then that James could see the thing that had been circling in the sky, it was a helicopter, and it was currently hovering above the road, ropes drop down from both sides of the chopper, four men decked out in kevlar and gas masks abseil down to the street. This was it, James could put this behind him. Overjoyed he waved his arms and went rushing over “Thank god you guys are her-” One of the men met him halfway, the butt of his sniper rifle smashing into James’ jaw, knocking him to the ground, when attempting to get up, he heard a click and found himself down the wrong end of the man’s pistol “Don’t move motherf***er” James simply looked up, seeing nothing but his own disheveled face in the crimson lenses of the man’s gas mask, his face covered in that same black gunk he had been seeing all day, it was all over him, he looked just like them. “ROY” One of the others called out as the rest of the townspeople emerged from the sheriff’s office, only to be mowed down in a flurry of bullets, sending them toppling into an awkward heap down the steps in front of them. The gunshots combined with the whirring engine and choppy cadence of the helicopter blades bring with it some unwanted attention: from alleyways and various stores, afflicted denizens emerge, the dinner bell was ringing and it was time to feed. One of the creatures breaks into a sprint, only for the biggest of the squad members to slam his boot into its chest, sending it to the ground, where he was able to quickly follow up with a close range shotgun blast to the head, blowing it to pieces like an overripe melon. A wall of bodies began enclosing around the squad of soldiers, their attackers came in waves, stepping over their own dead to get a chance to rush the intruders. The one referred to as Roy grabbed James by the collar and shoved him towards the Sheriff’s office “Back it up!” The larger of the men ordered, firing blindly into the undead horde, the shotgun needed no accuracy, and they were surrounded by hostiles, no matter where he aimed, it was hitting someone and chipping away at the opposition’s numbers, sending severed limbs and viscera everywhere. “Briggs, the sheriff’s office!” Roy called out “In there?!” James said in disbelief “Get the f*** in there,or I’ll throw you to those shambling f***s myself” Roy barked and shoved James closer to the sheriff’s office as the others slowly back away, going up the stairs and through the doors. “Someone help me with this” Briggs, The larger man – who seemingly was fronting the group – already had his tree trunk like arms wrapped around the coffee machine next to the main entrance, and was pushing it along the floor, the screech of metal feet on hard floor had James’ skin crawling. All the while the other two members of the squad braced themselves against the double doors as they shook with the force of the horde beating against it. Roy immediately assists, bringing the cumbersome machine over. That’s when a pair of hands smashed through the frosted glass, grabbing him by the head and yanked violently, fortunately for Roy it simply ripped away his helmet, leaving the gas mask on, but there was no way the sniper was letting them get away with such a transgression, aiming his side arm through the newly made hole and fired off a few shots, producing a small burst of noxious black liquid. “Quick, we need to find more sh*t” Briggs shouts, walking over to a row of a metal seats bolted to the wall, he grabs them, one hard pull has them creaking, the second had them budging, the third rips them off the wall entirely, where he threw them onto the makeshift barricade. Roy takes the radio from his shoulder, a thumb pressing down on the PTT “This is Romeo two seven calling to Romeo Station, do you read me Romeo station?” “Coming in loud and clear Romeo two seven, what’s your sitrep? over.” “Town’s fubar: we found one civilian, possibly infected, but the rest have already turned. We’re holding up in the Sheriff’s office. Over.” “Copy that Romeo Two seven, proceed as normal, retrieve the objective and call for extraction, over” Briggs snatches the radio from Roy’s hand “Romeo station this is Romeo two five, what do we do with the civilian? He’s deadweight to us, we need to watch our own asses out here, we can’t be babysitting during this mission, and we don’t want this to bite us in the ass…literally or figuratively. Over.” “Understood, Romeo two five, if you can detain the civilian and get him to high ground, we will extract, over” “Wait” James looked at the men with an inquisitive frown “What does he mean detain?” The big man looked at Roy, then back at James “Romeo two seven’s got this one, meet on the roof in five. Over and out” “What did he mean deta-” Before the words could leave his mouth, Roy twists his own body and turns sharply, the flat side of his boot striking James across the face, in a split second turning dread to nothingness, as James hit the floor like a bag of scruffy, unshaven potatoes. For a while he knew nothing of the world beyond the darkness, he knew nothing of the perils that surrounded him, this oblivion was a blessing, but one could only block out the world for so long. It all came back to him in a slow dribs and drabs, biting cold winds washing over his sweat drenched face, the whirring of an engine, the blurred wash of colors as vision slowly returned, he tried to move but he found himself bound in place, laying flat upon something that resembled a stretcher. As the haze cleared he looked over, seeing the four men from earlier, the one they called Roy throwing a mocking wave his way followed by a one fingered salute “See you later, prick!” was the last thing James heard before the Helicopter floated on upwards, lending him a momentary glance of the small American town, partially swallowed by the overgrowth, corrupted to its core by something beyond his measly comprehension, what the hell was even happening? Did he even want to know? *** Roy takes in a deep breath, hands on his hips as he sauntered over to the edge, looking down at the horde that scratches and pounds upon the door that serves as the line between them and becoming the next main course. “What do we do now, Briggs?” The larger man slides off his gas mask, revealing a middle aged gentleman with black hair with strands of gray and a tightly cropped beard to match, he steps besides Roy, followed by Ramerez and Charles, a couple of guys just fresh in this line of work, and oh boy what a mission to start them off on. “Because I hate to say this, But I guess it’s somewhere between Jack and sh*t” “Well you got any good ideas?” Ramirez scoffed “Yeah, in fact I do, if you limber d*cked donkey fellating f*** bags want to humour me” “I’ve been humoring you for nearly a decade now, so what harm will one more minute do?” Briggs mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose “Hit us with it.” “I’m going to use myself as bait, I’m going to run off in whatever direction, I don’t know, West or some sh*t and it’ll allow you guys to do what you need to do” “Think you can really outrun them?” Briggs asked “Better than your mall cop looking lard ass.” Roy smirks as he begins shedding the weight of his flak jacket, letting it hit the floor with a hard thump, followed by the gas mask – he was an older man who seemingly wore the face of someone half his age, but the eyes were a dead giveaway, sunken, heavy and sleepless – along with the heavy sniper rifle he had been hauling around “Look at me, I’m built different, I can go all night long!” Briggs just stared at him for a second, contemplating whether he should throw Roy down to the zombies or not…probably not. “What if they catch you, man?” Ramirez interjects with an arch of his brow. “That’s why I’m keeping one in the chamber, amigo” Roy makes a point of ejecting the magazine out of his pistol before shoving it back in and pulling back the slide, holstering it on his side “Yo, Briggs, gimme one of your pineapples” The big man unhooks of the grenades on his flak jacket and tosses to Roy “Should I be concerned?” “Of course you should be” Roy stuffs it into his pocket and wastes no time in making his way down the roof hatch, followed closely by the others as they escorted him down and around to the back door of the Sheriff’s office, where it seemed to not be so busy, but judging by the groans and moans heard on the other side, more townspeople were being drawn in by the commotion, and slowly surrounding the building. “Are you sure about this Roy?” Briggs asks, looking back at him, he served with this man for a long time, to others he was unpredictable, chaotic even, but he felt like he could read him like a book, something was eating him, despite that cocky little simper he wore, he could see uncertainty in those eyes. Roy was more than confident in his abilities, those were the only things he had which added some kind of value to his existence, but there was always the chance he’d f*** up, trip over and get mauled by this monstrous horde, but at the same time, what would be lost if he were to perish? Another no name, no life soldier in the ground “It’s now or never” “Good luck” were the last words out of Brigg’s mouth as he opens up the door, and Roy immediately bolts outside: instantly he bumps into a couple of infected who were shuffling around outside, but a quick couple of headshots were enough to down them, just as the back door slammed shut behind him. He quickly runs down the side alley of the Sheriff’s office and out into the street, firing another couple of rounds into the horde, this was enough to turn some heads. “C’mon you lame f***s, it’s lunch time!” a fair chunk split away from the mass and began their advance on the lonely sniper, who continued to move back, goading them on as more and more began to pour out from different directions. “What would you like?” he asked with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye “A leg…or” they got closer, perhaps a little too close for comfort, but that’s what he wanted as they were reaching out and clawing at the air between them and their meal “or…a wing?” he extended his arm. Suddenly out of the corner of his eyes he saw it, a blurred shape moving fast, right towards him, he didn’t think, he acted on pure instinct, turning on his heel and unloading a few shots that splattered the brains of a sprinter that was going to try and blindside him. “Well too bad, nothing in his life – or in this case death – is free, you’re gonna have to f***ing work for it!” Slowly but surely he began breaking into a brisk jog, and some of the monsters gave chase to the best of their ability, staggering after their prey as he disappeared around the corner. From the windows of the Sheriff’s office they watched as Roy made a nuisance of himself, but this time it was for the better of the team.