A hulking werewolf stepped over the bullet filled body of a knight. Jed and Bessie had blasted three lawmen from a distance. Only two turned into beasts while the latter continued being left in the cold.
Nate Spit grey hairs covered his naked 9 foot hulking form. The thick raging veins on his muscles were able to be seen through the thick rug. His boots, naturally the only clothing still remaining on him as werewolves feet, one of the few things that didn't grow in luminescence. The razor blade-like claw on both hands lashed outwards shredding apart zombies in the way of the living prey. He dashed forward through the opening created in easy mode.
Nancy the necromancer had been so hardcore in her former life she pierced herself everywhere and anywhere plus past the skin deep into her bones. These sharp edges sticking out from her skeleton glistened in the moonlight causing the werewolves to bolt in the other direction like scaredy cats.
“Rats,” she cursed, left in the mummy dust.
Normally Nancy relied on her dead pets but when she tried to see in the sky all her birds were offline. She might have been blind but the snarling sounds bounced into her earlobes and open eye sockets. Coming heavily decomposed and straight from the underground, very few of her horde had eyes left either.
“CLINK!”
She smiled, activating [Silver Nipples] ability that caused two more silver edges to reveal themselves on her chest. Her zombies sprinted after leaving the snow behind for the freshly sprouted magic jungle.
Jed and Bessie had hidden for what felt like hours whilst the other factions loudly fought. They had already used too many abilities draining their strength. And had limped forward through the jungle about to faint from exhaustion. So far they had only killed weak enemies. Saved by the wild grass from growing from the dissolved magic lucky sponge. It was super tall at this point, enough to hide them well and block out most of the two full moons. Directly ahead the foliage rustled before a jump scare.
“Bang!”
Jed blew the head off a sprinting zombie.He went back hugging a tree for support. He noticed the combo gauge at x2 on his digital watch and the smaller gauge at the top slightly inched forward filled enough to just reveal itself. There seemed to be a super long way to go towards his first level up.
“phew ,” he said, wiping the sweat off his face. “Well head-shots count double for combos unfortunately that was my last bullet.”
“Ugh there’s more bullets in the basement if we could get inside,” she said, stopping to gasp for breath and smell the roses. “It makes sense the grower class would focus on growing combos.”
“Dude I know your class is foolish but we can't fight them until morning but also can't run anymore. So where's the car?” asked Jed.
“No clue.. I was hoping you would save that last bullet for a hail Mary play at slaying the wolf,” she said, showing her knife.
“Look at this,” she said, suddenly becoming animated.
Jed turned barely able to open his eyes. She approached and the power of love was enough to keep him from passing . She tapped the blue box on his chest.
“Is there a combo sheet.. We need something to save us.”
He felt some energy slowly returning with a click. Enough to support himself again.
“What did you do?”
“I put a point in endurance for both of us.There’s five stats to level up: Endurance , Health, Agility, Strength, and Luck with ten points to place,but we only had 1 point each.
“I reckon health is hit points while endurance lets you use more mama without exhausting,” she theorized.
“What about combos past 25x. I know that x25 turned my revolver to a shotgun. So if we get to the farmhouse and I get a machine gun perhaps hitting a 100x combo will get us out of this.”
“Yeah or I can melt silver on the stove-top,”
“Those wolves ain’t dumb Bessie I bet they removed anything silver from that house when trapped inside,”
“Yup shit we drive away and come back first thing in the day plan,” she said, slashing a really big iron knife (still not enough to clear through the grass).
“Shh let's go.”
“Watch out, I'll lead,” said Jed, taking out a machete.
He slashed a path forward while she covered behind. They worked forward quietly for a good while until suddenly an attack.
[Sleight of Slashx2,]
She rapidly stabbed the charging zombie in the chest. The first slash hit a double causing the single wound to explode soaking the inserted knife. This ability was like she had instantly completed a 2nd attack making the weapon unstuck. The second [slash] didn’t trigger the bonus. A normal stab knocked down the feral zombie biting the air. The final [slashx5] pulverized the threat into becoming a blood pulp on the strip.
“POP!”
Suddenly the distraction they planted went off. A hundred different tactical grenades tied together. The colored smoke grenades caused a massive amount of rainbow smoke while flash bangs popped like a strobe light and concussions stun-locked the dead. It being closer to the vehicle made them find it.
“Hehehe,” laughed Isabela, finally having enough and beginning to rain [Napalm Death].
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The road to escape was blocked by her flames causing them to turn around. The car barrels towards the farmhouse. Zooming out of the burning jungle back into the snowy apocalypse. The witch kept cackling above cooking up her next scary spell.
Her flying monkeys chased the car until one of the werewolves snatched one out of the air and the rest swarmed it.
“HowL.
“Krack!”
The hit werewolf thrashed on the hood. Jed stepped on the gas to the floor. Without lead all he had was a lead foot and one shot to steer them into death. The angry animal loudly scraped and scratched the paint and glass to shreds. The air whistles deafeningly through the claw holes as the car's structural integrity was less than 50 percent. They smashed through corpses at max speed. It might still not be fast enough.
“WHAAMO!”
A direct hit with the blind witch in the road killing the werewolf with her silver nipples built into her plot armor. More and more meatshields hit them until they crashed. The werewolf was thrown away with Nancy’s many piercings hooking more zombies in the path.
“YEEEHAW!” yelled Jed and Bessie high fiving each other while the stalled car sputtered its dying breaths with the roadkill.
“We got one of the bastards let's loot that skeleton before the other gets here,”
“Damn I hope we got lucky and hit the big bad wolf and not one of his deputies.”
“HOOOOOWL’
“Shit its too heavy, no time to run inside.”
“Just one second..”
Jed stopped in his tracks seeing the ball of zombies thrashing around the only silver outside.
“The main doors are locked.” she yelled, shaking the knob.
“Shit probably the cellar is too.”
“Quick Bessie to the backyard I'll distract the wolf while you run for the hills” said Jed.
“But you..”
“No time,” he said before kissing her on the lips.
They made out while the howls grew closer and closer.
“Save yourself and stop being foolish please,” he instructed.
She whispered the plan in his ears and it didn’t involve retreating.
Jed saw her jumping down the well. With the hot hairs of the wolf breathing down his neck he jumped after.
The predator stalked them inside the family farmhouse. They run into the hallway with three doors on each wall being chased. Jed opened the middle right door and pulled Bessie inside. The werewolf slammed inside the room after them just as they ran out the first door on the left. Bessie ran straight across the hall to the first right door and Jed followed inside slamming it in the werewolves face. The werewolf howled in rage tearing down the door. It ran into the room and emerged from the third door down. The prey had escaped.
Jed and Bessie slipped into the basement and raided the armory as quietly as mice. The escape tunnel was conveniently nearby. The dark path outside was filled with claw marks signs they had been working at night. They emerged with loaded tommy guns through the tunnel where the tractor had been. They sneak away while Isabella has the farmhouse surrounded with her circus.
“Krackow!”
The werewolf tore the farmhouse front door to splinters. He flew out tearing apart two dozen zombies before jumping to the mammoth. He climbed it’s back tearing into it like a cat climbing a couch before ripping into the jugular.
The witch howled in frustration realizing the mistake of giving her knife throwers budget cuts. They might as well have been throwing butter knives as her army of clowns was knocked down around the fallen tusks. She aimed her wand at an elephant and turned on the anti-gravity.
Jed and Bessie recovered from the quake. They pointed their tommyguns to the sky and started shooting at Isabela. The distracted evil crone was too busy maneuvering her dead army to notice. She was peppered with bullets knocking the wand out of her hand before she could activate her shield.
“Yeeowtch!” she cried, falling from the sky with her elephant landing first.
Her broom zig-zagged out of control. Lucky for Bessie and Jed one of their [Smokin Aces] skills applied to both of them. Their aimbot-like firepower combined through the power of friendship. Submachine gun bullets hitting marks at long distance. Isabela was cooked across the sky. Defeated again exploding like an entire firework show accidentally being launched at once.
“HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL.”
The werewolf had torn through the dropped elephant.
“Shit run till dawn those are sharp,”
They quickly embraced long enough to dump skills into endurance to outrun the wolf. Knocking out one witch and a werewolf had leveled them up three more times and Jed was real close to reaching the next.
“Give me one point in strength,” instructed Jed.
“Roger.”
They ran forward pumped fresh full of energy. Faster than varsity track stars in their prime through ashes towards the grain silo in the distance. She pointed at it, whispered more and he nodded in agreement. The climb to the top was exposed to the elements making them unable to hide in the full moons.
“HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL!”
They sprinted up the winding rusted metal staircase towards the top. The pissed wolf nipped at their heels only unable to catch up because he barely fit squeezing between the rail.
[BITE!]
The machete was ripped from Jed’s hands and thrown over the edge. Bessie climbed inside the top of the silo and pulled him after. Drool dripped from Nate’s fangs as he climbed inside the silo to hunt.
“SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIF”
He smelled them at a dead end. There was a solitary catwalk that ran over the grain below. The werewolf grabbed the key with his teeth and pulled the door shut before eating the bronze key.
“Gulp,” he licked his lips, itching towards the end of the line.
“Well go on, show me if you got silver or not hah,” snickered the monster.
“Your wish is my command,” said Bessie, popping out from the shadows.
“Bububububububu,” she began blasting.
The bullets weren’t silver but still ripped into the beast like paint-balls. They also began building a combo that grew exponentially once Jed started shooting with her. Their guns kicked like mules at x25. At x50 tracers lit up the flailing creature before x75 turned on [Doubletap]. Somehow both from the other end near the locked door. The werewolf howls in pain and confusion at letting him slip. No worries they were still locked inside.
[Finx100]
Together they had rapidly hit the last combo level turning their ammo infinite as long as they kept shooting. The wolf tried reaching for victims but the storm of lead was overwhelming. The bullets however were beginning to ricochet around the structure making things increasingly dangerous.
The very bruised werewolf was slowly gaining ground despite the pain they inflicted. Its eyelids closed swollen and it clawed along the catwalk. Bessie felt a sudden sensation awaken in her core on reaching x250.
“Hang on,” her voice boomed as her body filled with overwhelming pressure.
Jed turned distracted as the werewolf lunged for his throat. The tracers stopped and it was dark.
Bessie opened her mouth due to a gut feeling and out came an ultimate attack.
[C] ability.
A psychic scream took the form of a cone of ultra concentrated c notes circling from the depths of hell. The noise attack then had tons of magic filters applied making it super dense. It flew out of her mouth in circles and blew apart whatever remained of Jed eardrums as he held onto the railing for dear life. A miniature tornado was forming down below in the grain.
“Hooowl!”
Nate Spit’s claws slowly lost the fight and he was sent spiraling overboard. Bessie shut her mouth, collapsed and it was over. Jed dragged himself towards her. He could see below the enemy trying to pull itself from drowning.
“Click.”
He groaned and threw the empty magazine at the werewolf with the very last of his strength.
“Klunk!”
A direct hit to the noggin was long enough to stun it into submission. The last nails pulled underneath the millions of shifting grains.
Jed collapsed beside Bessie with an absolute exhaustion he had never felt before. He could feel the light fading but her warmth increased as they fell asleep in each other's arms.