07-02-2015, 11:23 AM
Leviathan cruised through the vacant desert streets at blistering speed, her black, bullet shaped skybike letting out a constant, shrill whine as its engines pushed it through the air. Behemoth had begrudgingly let the girl journey away from the Vasty Deep in order to scout out these rumored ruins for any potentially useful knickknacks. Besides, now that she had everything she needed to be a hardcore Omniverse secondary, she was eager to get herself into trouble.
The sun, high overhead, felt good on Leviathan's wind-whipped skin as she rounded a corner at top speed, clipping a...hitching post or something, who the fuck even knew. This entire place was like...old timey or some shit. Whatever. As long as there was stuff worth a-lootin', Leviathan would come a-shootin'. Oh, there were also zombies or something walking around. She had already introduces several to the front bumper of her sky bike, and they always seemed very eager to say hello. It was a good thing she had brought plenty of ammunition with her, or else this might actually have ended up being kinda dangerous. As she cruised around the streets looking for...hell, I dunno, she suddenly heard bells or something blaring in the distance. Okay, so that was kinda conspicuous. Digging a foot into the sand that covered the cobblestone streets, Leviathan whipped the sky bike's ass into the opposite direction, kicking up an immense cloud of dust.
Moments later, she pulled up to the front of the church where the sound of the bells continued to ring out from. Of course, the ringing of the bells seemed to be drawing zombies from all over the place. Classic zombie rules. Okay. Leviathan pulled the sky bike to a halt and leapt over the side, snapping her foot across a zombie's face in the process. With fluid, almost inhuman precision, she reached into the carryon trunk of the hover bike and whipped out her beloved Negotiator.
Negotiator was a two-hundred thirty pound gatling blaster she'd bought off of the Costa Del Sol black market with her parent's retirement fund. It was a thing of beauty: all gleaming metal and purpose built. She held it forward with both hands and clicked the power own. As the gun spun up, it unleashed an unholy barrage of red blaster fire that arced across the entire vista like a rainbow of fiery hot death. The noise was glorious; just a constant buzz of BBBBYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
"Whhoooooooooooooo!!" Leviathan screamed, mowing down any and all incoming shufflers like it was her Smiling One given birthright. Of course, lots of things other than zombies were being shot to pieces and set on fire too, but that wasn't all that important right now. What was important was that Leviathan's line of fire only barely missed vaporizing Lara Croft's pretty little head...
The sun, high overhead, felt good on Leviathan's wind-whipped skin as she rounded a corner at top speed, clipping a...hitching post or something, who the fuck even knew. This entire place was like...old timey or some shit. Whatever. As long as there was stuff worth a-lootin', Leviathan would come a-shootin'. Oh, there were also zombies or something walking around. She had already introduces several to the front bumper of her sky bike, and they always seemed very eager to say hello. It was a good thing she had brought plenty of ammunition with her, or else this might actually have ended up being kinda dangerous. As she cruised around the streets looking for...hell, I dunno, she suddenly heard bells or something blaring in the distance. Okay, so that was kinda conspicuous. Digging a foot into the sand that covered the cobblestone streets, Leviathan whipped the sky bike's ass into the opposite direction, kicking up an immense cloud of dust.
Moments later, she pulled up to the front of the church where the sound of the bells continued to ring out from. Of course, the ringing of the bells seemed to be drawing zombies from all over the place. Classic zombie rules. Okay. Leviathan pulled the sky bike to a halt and leapt over the side, snapping her foot across a zombie's face in the process. With fluid, almost inhuman precision, she reached into the carryon trunk of the hover bike and whipped out her beloved Negotiator.
Negotiator was a two-hundred thirty pound gatling blaster she'd bought off of the Costa Del Sol black market with her parent's retirement fund. It was a thing of beauty: all gleaming metal and purpose built. She held it forward with both hands and clicked the power own. As the gun spun up, it unleashed an unholy barrage of red blaster fire that arced across the entire vista like a rainbow of fiery hot death. The noise was glorious; just a constant buzz of BBBBYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
"Whhoooooooooooooo!!" Leviathan screamed, mowing down any and all incoming shufflers like it was her Smiling One given birthright. Of course, lots of things other than zombies were being shot to pieces and set on fire too, but that wasn't all that important right now. What was important was that Leviathan's line of fire only barely missed vaporizing Lara Croft's pretty little head...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued