Chapters tagged stealth

by pad03

Chapter 9

Darting into a nearby alleyway, Annette quickly and quietly made her way towards the sounds of the fighting. While she could see no active monsters on this path, there were a handful of dead ones, as she realised when her shoe went clean through the torso of one of the cadavers....

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Chapter 12

Annette blinked as one of the flies landed on her forehead, investigating her sullied complexion. Maggots flew from the thick greasy mess in her hand as she swatted it away, the invading taste in her mouth felt stronger than ever, as she reflexively lurched over and spat out any...

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Chapter 13

Quick and quiet - there was no room for error here. Annette grimaced as her bare feet made unavoidable contact with the blood-covered stonework beneath her. Crouched low to avoid being spotted through the windows, she began to creep through the narrow alleyway. As much as she di...

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Chapter 14

Annette focused on the spaces between the zombies ahead of her. She just had to slip through faster than the dead could react to her, how hard could it be? After collecting her breath, she wasted no further time and started running towards the horde. Just as the ones at the back...

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Chapter 15

Harrowing groans and wails of the dead echoed around her as she shambled inside the horde. Peeking out under the hood, her eyes caught the undead right beside her. Most of its cheek was missing, exposing the slug-like tongue and yellow teeth within as it lumbered past her, its at...

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Chapter 18

Tightly closing her eyes, somehow the deafening sounds of battle faded away as the communion with Erena began... - - - - - - Annette awoke in an infinitely expanding space, illuminated with weak blue lights that fought against the heavy darkness of the void. Taking a few steps...

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Chapter 19

Sharp, chipped fingernails flew in from every angle, tearing the remaining fabric of Annette's clothes until she was laying around a pile of dirtied rags, her perfect body tender from where the rough scratches drew colour on her pale skin. Muttering weak words of resistance, Anne...