a Rifts/Deadreign story

[Rockwolf66]

Hey All,
I'm in the middle of writing a Rifts/Deadreign story mostly for my own amusement and so far those I've shared the first part with have liked it and I would like to share the first part with the forum.

Silvianna “Silvie” Thrasher listened to Jenny argue with Alana. The argument was about the local vampire threat. Alana wanted to rush in guns blazing and probably get a lot of people killed while Jenny wanted to wait until the group had more information. Just another petty argument between amateur bravado and experienced caution.

“Frack this.” Silvie muttered with a sigh and began to cast a spell. Her lips moved to form a mantra to open her body to the energies of the megaverse. The dimensional energies flowed around and through her body as she slipped through the dimensional fabrics. She closed her eyes and drifted with the flow of energy.

When she opened her eyes again the hot, dry urbanized streets of Juarez had been replaced by the cool shady green of a forest. Turning slowly she got her bearings and she realized that she was in the dimensions northern hemisphere. The forest turned out to be more of a thicket in a valley. The valley ran southwest to northeast. To the east and south were the peaks of mountains. Knowing that it was pointless to stay where she was, Silvie found a road on the western side of the valley that she followed.

The road wound north and then turned west. After about two hours of walking she came to a paved road and a sign. Silvie read the sign for Railroad Valley rd. NV. She remarked. “At least I know I’m in North America. Left to the south or right to the north?”

She Chose north and begin walking. As the day went on Silvie got thirstier and thirstier as the heat sucked the water from her mouth. Her nature prevented her from getting sunburns and heatstroke but it did nothing for a lack of water.

The western diamondback rattlesnake slithered onto the hot asphalt. It was trying to get across the road and into the scrubrush so it could hunt in the evening chill. Tongue flickering it tasted and sensed an unusual large mammal coming its way. Rattling its tail it crawled off the road and into a coil. The creature felt odd in a way that set off warnings in its primitive reptilian brain.

Silvie let the rattlesnake be as she had more important things on her mind. A side road she had taken had lead her to what looked like a small farm or a ranch. At the very least she could get a drink and maybe a ride to civilization.

She wasn’t sure why the dark green Toyota Tacoma stopped her cold. Looking at the dusty truck she stopped to ponder a moment. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. The dust was patterned on the truck as if it had been out in the rain. The local high desert plants hadn’t seen rainfall in weeks if not months. Closing her eyes, Silvie cocked her head and listened. The rustling of the breeze was all she heard.

Cautiously she circled the truck. The driver’s window was partially down and the smell of rot wafted from it. Other than that the truck at first seemed empty. Walking closer to the cab she saw the body. He had been a white male approaching middle age. The desert air had partially mummified the corpse rather than causing it to rot away. Except for the smell it seemed that the man had just lain down and fallen asleep.

The body stirred, pushing itself upright and letting out a moan. Looking at the various trucks just sitting around the ranch, Silvie realized that this was an earth where zombies had taken over the planet. As several moans answered the first, Silvie walked over to the fence. The barbed wire attached to the steel post separated like old yarn when she tugged it away. Gripping the post with her bare hands she set her feet on the ground and tugged. The post was ripped from the ground and gave Silvie a six foot long staff more than capable of crushing a skull. There were other ways she could fight but this way she could work off some frustration.

Walking back to the Tacoma, she smashed in the passenger side window. True to its nature the zombie started crawling out of the trucks window to get at the woman who was just full of life. Silvie waited until the zombie’s head was clear of the truck before bringing the post down like an executioner’s ax on the back of the undead creature’s skull. The post made a metallic thunk as its target disintegrated like a cantaloupe hit by a sledge.

Silvie looked around and noticed about a dozen zombies shambling towards her. The numbers didn’t worry her as she could literally tear the undead apart with her bare hands. Rather than stand around batting the undead into corpses, she attacked first. Smashing the post down on the shoulder of a zombie, she crushed half its chest in and separated the arm on that side from its body. Her backswing took off its head. A second zombie tried to grab her from behind and bite her neck like a vampire. She grabbed its head and pulled it off the things shoulders. She then threw the head at a third zombie knocking it over. She took the legs out from under a fourth zombie mid-thigh and quickly smashed the skulls of a fifth and sixth zombie. The zombie that she had knocked the legs from grabbed her leg and she rammed the post into its head like a spear. The post punched straight through and hit the ground before bending like a cheap spoon.

“Damn!” Silvie yelled as the remaining half dozen zombies closed in for the kill. Outnumbered and in need of a new weapon, she stoked the fire inside of her being. The zombies stopped closing in on her and started to show signs of fear. Holding up a now burning fist she said. “That’s right; I can create fire and use it.”

She calmly walked to a Ford pickup and dropped the tailgate, the paint pealed and plastic melted at her touch. Gripping one end of the tailgate she gives it a tug, soon she is rewarded by the sound of tearing metal and the sight of the tailgate being ripped off its hinges. What she had in mind for the tailgate was simple brutality. The zombies would not want to be near her while she was burning and she wanted to really hurt them.

Zombies due to being an animated corpse tend to be rather fragile creatures. They don’t do very well against bullets let alone a two foot wide and five foot long metal club. Especially when the weilder of that club has the strength to impart a similar level of kinetic energy as a small car traveling at highway speeds. In fact they tend to fall apart as the club breaks most of their bones and stops any real ability to move even if the body is not yet truly dead. Soon Silvie found the last of the zombies crushed at her feet.

Tossing away the tailgate, she sat down to catch her breath and plan. One of the fist things she needed to do was to check all of the bodies and to make sure that they didn’t have anything useful left on them and that they were truly dead. It was horrible work as not only was the bodies dead but they had been slowly decomposing for months. She gagged a couple of times but didn’t throw up from the smell. In her line of work as a demon hunter and monster slayer she was used to such things. She then searched the vehicles and the buildings for things she could use and any remaining zombies. The result was a couple more zombies, food, clothing, weapons, water and a room temperature soda that was drank with relish.

She picked out a full size Ram pickup as her vehicle and after filling the tank loaded it down with the supplies she wasn’t immediately using. With the truck packed she doused the bodies with gasoline and lit it with a thought. Silvie watched the bodies burn and then headed into the ranch house. Dinner was a combination of macaroni and canned vegetables. With the ways in barricaded she snuggled into a soft bed and went to sleep.

In the morning she pondered why she had left the group she was with and what to do in this zombie apocalypse. The answer to the first question was that the "Leadership" of the group were arrogant idiots who did not have a workable plan of action and activly dissmissed those who's professions were aplicable and had training in the right way of doing things. She gave them less than a year before they got several good people killed barring outside intervention.

As for the Earth she was on it had numerous possibilities. She could easily kill hundreds of zombies if she tried. She had watched a show where they pitted fictional vampires against fictional zombies and the vampires needed 55 to 1 odds for a fair fight. As a demigoddess and pyrokinetic for her to have a "fair" fight it would have to be hundreds to one and the first thing she would doo was cheat and get the undead into an area where they were surrounded by flamable material that would kill more zombies than just punching them out. Much, more important would be finding any survivors she could and then organizing a resistence group and if you got a good group of mortal men and women they could do even better than she could alone. It was a much better solution than just exploiting the trillions of credits available in the solar system. She had been on a version of Earth where humans fought intergalactic battles with giant robots. The economic numbers were staggering to contemplate. She ate a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast and then got in her new vehicle and drove north.

The next day found her in Ely, Nevada. The town had a population of nearly 5,000. Silvie stopped at the edge of town. it looked deserted which wasn't a good sign at all. She pulled the parking break and picked up a Ruger Mini-14 rifle that she had collected up. As she got out of the truck, she realized that there wasn't anyone in this part of town. She thought about the map she found and the place was on a major east/west highway and was most likely doomed due to that fact. Big cities were deathtraps and major roadways were not much better.

Still the small town was a great place to get supplies and possibly a trailer to haul them. It was also a place where she might eventualy encounter a survivor. Unfortunatly since she was well equipped it might also make her a target for wandering scavengers. Silvie searched a tan stucco single story house at random. it didn't take much effort for her to break the lock on the sliding glass door behind the house. Inside she found evidence of an older woman possibly living alone. There were pictures of a couple growing old together and finally the woman surrounded by her offspring. The kitchen was a mess due to the failure of the refrigerator. She grimaced at the smell of things growing and simply tossed the refrigerator outside into the backyard. After scraping up the rest of the mess she picked up a newspaper that was in the garbage.

The papers stopped on June 19th, 2012. Whatever happened must have been then as newspapers just don't stop suddenly. Reading the papers there was talk of an anti-viral agent called "Unisane" that supposedly stopped all viral infection. Between figuring out how to use her inate magic, mastering her psionic potential and learning all about the supernatural and how to fight them she really hadn't had the time to study medicine. Besides she didn't need medical help when she healed any injury that didn't kill her. Still the drug seemed incredible and if she could find the formula and someone to replicate it she might make alot of money from this trip. It looked like about a quarter of the population of the United States was innoculated mostly in the urban areas.

From a closet she found a blank notebook and Silvie started making notes on what she knew of the zombie outbreak. Normally her vast knowledge of lore on demons, monsters and magic would be enough to give her some idea as to what was going on. Unfortunatly there wasn't enough information for Her to figure out what sort of Supernatural entity started this plague to the scale that things felt like.

Walking outside she gathered up a bunch of tires off of cars and pulled then off the rims. In a couple of houses she found scrap wood and other materials. She wasn't a weilder but with a drill and bolts she set up a fram on a folding table and built a stationary supressor for shooting firearms. It wasn't as effective as a supressor that was fitted to a firearms barrel but it would keep the noise down while she tested her firearms for accuracy and funtion. The stop sign two blocks away ended up finding religion in a bad way.

Alot more confident in her aquired weapons she walked back inside. She found a map of the town and a phonebook. She was making a "Hit and Git" list of places in town to loot before moving on. So far she knew that there were Zombies in this world and there were apparetly no authorities around. So far the only Nevada Highway Patrol car she found had only given up a Smith & Wesson M&P15A semiautomatic rifle and a few handcuffs.

Maggie brought the Ford Bronco to a stop at the top of Robinson Summit. She gripped the wheel firmly to keep his hands from shaking. For over a year , Reno had held back the hord of undead from California. One look at a population density chart would tell the intelligent that the bay area was dead as disco. 75% of the countries population was found in Urbanized areas and when the wave hit they didn't have a chance to flee before the undead overwhelmed them. Still Reno had somehow survived...probably because the population was heavily armed and willing to shoot. Now for some reason the heavy Fortifications sealing off Donner's Pass had failed. He had dismissed rumors of Deathcults & Demons but now.

It has started with the unnatural fog covering the pass. The defenses were designed to channel the undead into a killing field where concentrated firepower could be brought to bear and the bodies then bulldozed into a pile and burnt. The fog hindered vision and muffled the sounds. It had creeped out the people defending the pass. That was when the creatures had picked them off one by one. They struck from the fog and the shadows mutilating, killing and consuming those who didn't flee in terror. Those who fled had only bought themselves some time before the main attack struck. With the defenses of the pass neutralized a convoy of Semi-Trucks escorted by bikers roared through. The convoy hit Reno and spread out over the city. The town guard tried to stop them but the bikers gunned them down. As soon as the Semi-Trucks dispersed, they unleashed their cargo. Thousands of Ravenous zombies had been stacked neatly inside the trucks wandered throughout the safe haven. Swiftly the suprised town was overrun via a combination of zombies, demons and human death cultists.

Brian Hauser had used his SWAT training to fight his way to his buddy Lars' garage. Lars was an engineer and machinist. they had met several years before at a local shooting range. Since the wave Lars had been beefing up vehicles to survive in the zombie infested areas and building firearms. Brian had gotten to test some of Lars' weapons and used the vehicles to go on supply runs. The shop had put out a dozen weapons a week and two vehicles a month. He had gone to the shop as he knew that there was a Ford Bronco ready to head out on a supply raid there. He wasn't the only survivor with the same idea.

They had grabbed what supplies they could and taken off. Maggie, one of the girls at the Golden Cherry Brothel, drove. Brian took the shotgun seat with his Heckler & Koch MP5SD. Lars had taken the Browning M2HB mounted on top of the roll cage. While it didn't allways kill a zombie the Ma Duce did incredible damage. While litterally tearing a body in half was improbable it did create a perminate cavity that you could put your hand through. Against the bikers and what he could only call demons it did even better. They had shot their way out of town, but now even 250 miles east of Reno they had a pack of bikers on their trail.

"Lars, do you see any pursures anymore?" Hauser calls up to the topgun. "Maggie find us a way into utah that won't be totally blocked by cars. Kids try to relax as we'll be safe soon."

"I saw 'em about three or four miles back. They're trying to stay out of range of this here big fifty." Lars comments. he pinches a wad of chew and slips it into his mouth. "Going to have to find a place to bushwack 'em."

"Looks like we have some backroads and trails outside of Ely." Maggie says looking at a map. " We should get gas in town as we are running low and our spares got shot up."

"Crap, we got guns and ammo." Brian replies."But no gas or water."

"Not so much ammo." Lars states. "I got maybe thirty rounds in gun and then I have two more tombstones of ammo left. I know you shot through all five C-mags we had and half the chest packs we had in here."

"So we are screwed." Brian remarks.

"I know a thing or two about screwing and we ain't screwed yet." Maggie replies. "We don't know if Ely has zombies. lets go find out."

Silvie had been killing zombies for the past half hour. She had kept off the streets and had kept to the back yards. An eight foot high fense was a barrier to the undead but to the living it was merly an obstacle. An obstacle that could be used to separate the horde into managable groups that could easily be shot. From the fairgrounds north she had left over two hundred zombies dead for real. She stopped to take a breath and let the ringing in her ears fade as the damage from unprotected shooting healed.

"She had seen movies where zombies were as fast as the living, but she had never encountered any until now. A pair of them ran around a house and into the backyard she was in. Silvie shot one in the head as the other closed in. By the time she had switched targets it was only five feet from her.

She squeezed off a round as a weight landed on her shoulders. Dropping her Mini-14 she spun around and pulled her sword off her back. The smell of rotting flesh got much worse as she split a zombie open from pubic bone to the top of the skull. More hands gropped for her as she heard a loud moan fill the air. Silvie dropped to her knees and slashed in a circle. The blade made contact with flesh and bone, separating it with ease. As at least one zombie fell she grabbed a zombie as she stood up and trew it across the yard.

That gave her some breathing room. There were three of the fast zombies left undead. She switched the sword to her left hand and picked up her Mini-14. Sticking the muzzle of the rifle into the mouth of the zombie she had crippled and squeezing the trigger. She finished that one off. The remaining zombies didn't have the intelligence to run from a being that was vastly more powerful than themselves.

Maggie slammed on the brakes a half mile from the city limits of Ely. A dirty orange fireball rose from inside the town. Seconds latter rose from inside the town. Latter the boom of the explosion rolled over the group. She looked over at brian and asked. "What way that?"

"Gas Station going up." Lars comments. "We still have those bikers on out tail so we can't go back with the kids in the car."

Silvie ripped the pump out of a gas staion and threw it at the gathering horde of zombies. There were hundreds of them probably the entire population of infected inside the town. While her divine nature did give her advantages over those "vampires" on that one "Most lethal Fighter" show that could each take out 55 zombies each. She was shure that she had exceded her limits for the number of zombies she could kill with her bare hands. The horde lurched towards for her as she smiled and psychic flames spread over her body. Unlike in the movies a gas station does not imediatly blow up into a giant fireball. That was why Silvie had ripped the tops off a dozen propane tanks and had tossed them among the horde.

The vapor finally flashed as she retreated into the gas station and she blacked out as the cuncussion from the explosion tossed her into the back of the store. A mortal human would have been incinerated by the heat alone. Immune to the flames and the heat, Silvie was merely smashed oto a beer case and riddled with shrapnel. She shook her head like a dog to clear it, then she checked over her injuries. The two that seemed worst were the compound fracture in her left forearm and the pump nozzle that was jammed into her right thigh. Gritting her teeth, she forced the broken bone in her arm back into place. Next she pulled the nozzle out of her leg. "Great plan, Silvie blowing the heck out of yourself."

She could watch her injuries heal themselves as she grabbed some jerky that hadn't been melted by the blast furnace heat and a couple of bottles of boiling hot tea. Silvie ate and drank to regain her strength while watching the surviving zombies flail about while their flesh burnt.The thing about fire is that while it dosn't allways kill directly it's secondary effects are quite helpful when fighting the undead. Fire dries out the bodies as it burns them causeing tendons and ligaments to shrink, it also melts the cartlige in the joints locking the joints in a contracted position.

Those zombies not ignited by the blast were staying at the edge of the burning area as they could sense a powerful life force walking in the flames. Those in the burn zome quickly fell to the ground and stopped moving. Silvie checked her Mini-14 and then kicked down the door in the back of the gas station. The rifle had taken a nasty hit and at the moment was only good for a club. Still she kept it as she could at worst use it for parts. She would be fully healed within ten minutes unless she was dragged down but it seemed that she had already eliminated every fast zombies in town. Now it was just a matter of leading the remaining slouchers around town until she had destroyed them all.

The tires blew as Maggie swerved around an abandoned Buick Regal. The Bronco went into a sideways skid before rolling onto it's top. Brian barely had enough time to duck inside the roll cage before the vehicle crushed the Ma Duce mounted on top.The vehicles passengers where thrown about until it came to a stop against a building.

The line of Harley Davidson Choppers rumbled to a stop in front of the crashed SUV. As one they lowered their kickstands and got off their bikes. To a man they were black leather clad, heavily armed scum who had sold their souls for the power to do whaterver they wanted to whoever they wanted. The handfull of Slouchers attracted to the sound of the motorcycles ignored the bikers as they were both minions of the same master.

"Hey Maddog!" one of the Cultist Bikers called out. "Look at that body. It's been shot in the head really recently."

The leader of the group was a tall man with a prison weightlifters build and a cruel look in his eyes walked over and looked over the body. "Good eye Fingers."

Fingers had gotten his handle because as a prospect for the Devil's Angels, he had his right ring finger and the tip of his left pinky finger shot off by a rival biker. That still didn't stop him from useing his favorite MAC-10 Machinepistol. He took the lead in hunting down the escapees from Reno. The heavy machinegun on their vehicle had decimated the cultists involved in the assault. Now they were both looking for revenge and to stop them from getting help and forceing the cult from Reno.

He stiffened when he heard a shotgun go off followed by the crackle of rifle fire. Someone had an encounter and had inadvertantly showed their location inside the small town. He took off towards the sound as when they killed the men they could have a party with the women and kids.

"Thank you, whoever you are." Brian says to the tall woman with the still smokeing AR15. Lars had been ambushed by slouchers and was in serious danger of being bitten when the woman had interviened. he looked her over and while her clothing was torn and bloody, she looked to be in amazing shape.Underneath the grime she had attractive Asiatic features. More importantly the rifle in her hand was clean and looked to be very funtional.

"Silvieanna Thrasher." Silvie answers holding out her hand. " You could call me a traveling specialist, who's passing through the area. I'd love to know what's going on around here."

"Brian." He replied taking the hand and giving it a shake. Her grip was firm and seemingly effortless. "That's Lars, Maggie, Dixie, Marty and Casey. We just got out of Reno as someone was overrunning it with the help of the Devil's Angels and what I can only call Demons."

"Demons." Silvie remarks, seeming to perk up. "I'm pretty good at dealing with demons and their ilk. if you can get me to Reno, I can help you deal with them."

"What would you know about them?" Lars asks suspisiouly.

"Alot." Silvie answers lowering her sunglasses and turning her silvier eyes on him. "Not everything supernatural is out to get you. Some of us are here to help."

"We can talk latter." Brian comments. "We still have those bikers on out tail and need to get out of here."

As if to make a point a shot rings out and Lars' stomach erupts in a gout of blood. The man drops his shotgun and clutches the wound as he sinks to his knees. Brian and Silvie take cover as a harsh voice calls out.

"Surrender and we won't kill you." Maddog yells out to the survivors. Over his jacket are crossed bandoleers of 40mm grenades for his M4A1 SOCOM/M203 combination. He had them outnumbered two to one and his men were armed with the best firepower looted from military and police armories all over California.

Silvie looked over at Brian and then at the bikers. The bikers all carried huge knives, pistols, one carried a MAC-10, another carried a machinegun of some sort and the rest carried assault rifles. "I'm comming out to parley so don't shoot."

Brian gave her a dark look as she set down her S&W rifle. her sword stayed strapped to her back as she got up and started walking towards the bikers. She held her arms out from her sides with her palms up. Purposly she walked towards the guy giving the orders as he was most likely the leader of the group. Maybe not as someone is pulling up in that luxury sedan. She sent a telepathic message to Brian. Get ready with that MP5, I'm going to hit then as soon as they start something.

"Hey Momma, we are going to have us a partee." A biker comments as he reaches out and gropes her breast. His learing grin turned into a scream of pain as Silvie grabbed his arm and squeezed. The bones in his forearm snapped like dry twigs as her hand crushed his arm. The scream of pain stopped when she slapped his head. The man's head was ripped from his shoulders by the force of the blow. The man's buddy slammed the buttstock of his M249 SAW into Silvie's face. her sunglasses shattered from the blow revealing her silver eyes. The man's mouth opened in suprise as he hauled the heavy automatic weapon back for a second blow. Dropping the corpse in her hands she stepped towards the man, her foot was pointing inward. Lifting her other leg she brought her knee up to her chest as she started to spin. Her cocked leg lashed out and caught the man's hip with bone splintering force. The man slammed against a car as Silvie looked around for other threats.

When Silvie made her move Brian raised the MP5SD6 in his hands. Looking through the M68 Aimpoint mounted on the top rail he did not see the bearded faces of the biker trash but only 5" steel plates. While part of him knew he was shooting living people the mental trick kept him sane. As it was the four bikers who wern't fighting Silvie stood as much a chance against him as tuna against a mako shark.

There is a differance between the training and mindset between an ordinary beat cop and a SWAT Team member. Most beat cops only qualify with their weapon only once or twice a year. SWAT team members train as much as their budget and politics allows in the fine art of securing a hostile area with a rapid application of force. he slapped the trigger of his SMG, feeling more than seeing the burst hit. The muzzle of his MP5SD6 tracked to the next target and serviced it too. The third target got his Assault rifle up as a burst snapped his head back. The last man got off a wild burst with a boxy machine pistol as Brian put him down. Time came rushing back to normal as his training kicked in and he secured their weapons.

Silvie cleaned the blood from her hands with a rag as she watched the sedan in the middle of the street. A full dozen zombies surrounded the car like they were guarding something inside. "Brian I think their boss is inside that car."

"What makes you think that?" Brian asks. he had helped Maggie stablize Lars.

"We have destroyed almost everything they have available in this town and you said someone was controlling the zombies and those bikers, Don't those zombies look to be under the influance of something?"

"Yeah they do." Brian says picking up the M203 of the fallen Maddog and sliding the barrel forward to check the load. "Do you want to take them out?"

"No as I want some answers first and I'm not in the mood to summon the man's spirit back from whatever afterlife will take him."

"That summoning remark isn't a joke is it?" Brian states.

"No, it's not." Silvie replies. "I'm a demigoddess and through the Divine part of me, I am a rather powerful summoner and interdimensional traveler."

"You're not jokeing about that." Brian says. "Meaning that eather you are totally nuts or.."

"Someone's prayers have been answered." Silvie finishes the statement while scooping a fist sized chunk of asphalt out of the road. She tosses it at the sedan and watches the chunk disinigrate on the bullet resistant glass. "Lets see if they are going to follow the rules of parley or are they going to try and molest me again."

Brian watched the woman walk towards the car. If she was worried about the zombies, she didn't show it. He glanced down at the man with his head slapped off his own shoulders. She probably wasn't worried as the group of zombies probably wouldn't even slow her down. The driver of the car got out and pointed an AK type rifle at Silvianna. She told the man something and he turned and said something to someone inside. He then opened up a rear door for Silvianna. When she got in the driver shut the doors and waited for the meeting to be over.

"Greetings stranger I am the Lady Fester, acolyte of the Church of Brulyx, Lord of the Dead." A woman in a hooded black robe said. Arround the woman's neck was an ornate silver skull with rubies for eyes. "You told my man that you were looking for answers that only I can answer."

"You have just told me who you serve and I already know that you control the zombies." Silvie states. "I would like to know if your lord is responsible for this zombie outbreak?"

"Yes, out lord and master unleashed the clensing wave of dead on this world." Lady Fester answers.

"So what is his point in killing all of the I assume millions of people he has?"

"To liberate the world so that we all may bask in the glory that is Brulyx."

"And those who refuse to worship your master?"

"A nessisary sacrafice to the greater glory that is Brulyx."

"Does the power of your master flow through you and can you recognize other great powers when you meet them?"

"His power does indeed flow through me and there is no other great powers."

"Oh, you pool deluded fool" Silvie comments. "While your zombie apocalypse is impressive. Your god is not all powerful or i would not be here. Whatever reason you were chaseing them for has failed. Your bodyguard and those zombies can't slow me down and you don't have the power to beat me mystically. You are not going to bask in the glory of your god as I am going to take your head and trap your spirit inside it. You are nothing but a slave and as a slave you will remain for an eturnity."

Silvie watches the woman turn white with anger as she gets out of the sedan. She stops next to the woman's driver and asks. "Do you have your doubts about what you are doing or are you as stupid and gullible as her?"

"Why you!" the man stammers as the lady inside the car starts shouting orders to kill everyone. He starts to raise his AKMS to shoot the arrogant Asian witch when he feels a force yank him forward and up.

While Silvianna was inside the sedan Brian swapped out the magazine in his MP5SD6. he didn't know what was going on inside the car but he did know that whoever was controling the zombies was pure evil. When Silvianna stepped out of the car, the heavily armed and body armored driver started to take aim with his AK. As Brian was raising his MP5SD6 he watched the man shoot into the air as if he was shot from a giant slingshot. In wonder and amazement he watched the man arch into the air and then slam into the ground with a sickening crunch. By the time his attention was back to Silvianna, she was cutting down zombies like a scythe through tall grass. Switching to the M203 he called out. "Incomming take cover!"

Silvie looked at Brian raising a grenade launcher. she ducked behind the armored car and yelled out. "Hit the engine block!"

Brian heard the order and with a small adjustment of the quadrant sight on the left side of the weapon, took aim at the cars grill. He squeezed the trigger and with a "thump" the weapon pushed against his shoulder. The M443 High Explosive Dual Purpose round was almost visable in flight. It hit the top of the front bumper with a flash and a crump of high explosives. The hood of the car flew open as the grenade put a jet of semi-molten copper through the car's engine block.

Silvie rode out the blast and watched the car roll back a couple feet from the blast. She stepped around the car and punched the glass. The armored laminate spiderwebbed from the blow and she hit it three more times until it collapsed. She gave Lady Fester a predatory grin and pulled out what remained of the window. Lady fester pulled out a pistol and started shooting her in the chest. the bullets hurt as they punched into her flesh. Still it didn't stop silvie from crawling into the window and ripping the pistol out of the other woman's hands. "Now you are going to tell us everything about your friends in Reno before I curse your existance for all time."

[Rockwolf66]

Thanks I'm writing another part to the story right now.

I'm covering such nice things as emergency field surgury, Unexpected allies and who exactly is the enemy and what do they want.