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Drink – a Battlefield Z post apocalyptic adventure
“Water’s low,” I muttered, staring at the rusty canister we called our reserve.
“We can’t keep finding it in abandoned buildings forever,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
I nodded, understanding the urgency.
It’s like knowing the car is running out of gas, and you’re not sure where the next station is.
Simple solutions, complex execution.
We talk filters, purifiers, and the distant memory of clean, running taps.
The taste of simplicity long gone.
But survival is a game of boring moves.
Checkmate with every sip.
The dopamine now comes from spotting a hidden stash of canned beans, not from the fizz of a cola.
We reminisce about a time when we paid for our food and walked away without a second thought.
Now every step counts, and boredom is a luxury.
“What’s the plan?” she asked.
The same question as always, a broken record in a world with no music.
Simple: scavenge, ration, endure.
Not easy, but effective.
No room for complicated strategies.
Just the stark reality of now.
She looks at me, half-expecting a revelation.
But survival isn’t about epiphanies.
It’s about dirty hands and empty stomachs.
“Figure it out,” I say, echoing her words.
Because that’s what we do.
Day in, day out.
The means change, the end remains.
Head down.
Nose on the stone.
Doing the work.
Simple.
Today, I’m figuring out how to keep going.
Because even in this desolate world, the simple act of figuring it out is a victory.
How long would you survive?
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- Everglades Zombie
- Overland Zombie
- Lone Star Zombie
- Cowboy Zombie
- Silent Run
- No Entry
- Restricted
- Dead Wave
- Dead Run
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Battlefield Z – The Complete adventures giant boxset
Classic Sci Fi
- High Steaks
- Eon
- Era
- Neural Nexus – a sci fi action adventure
The Dipole Series
- Lunar Hustle
- Parralax
- Whiskey Bent
The Invasion Earth Series
- Ultima Thule
- Infilade
- Dust Off
- Phalanx
Dead Ahead – a post apocalyptic sci fi thriller
Dead Ahead – The Battlefield Z Series
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape.
As the dusty wind swept through the remnants of a forgotten city, Sarah and Jake huddled near the remnants of what was once a thriving marketplace.
Silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the occasional creaking of an abandoned sign swinging in the wind.
Sarah traced her finger along the rim of a rusty can, the last remnants of canned beans long consumed.
Jake stared into the distance, eyes scanning the barren horizon as if expecting salvation to emerge from the dust clouds.
“We can’t keep going like this,” Sarah finally spoke, her voice a tired echo of determination. “The scavenging’s getting harder, and those roving bands of nomads won’t hesitate to take what little we have left.”
Jake’s jaw tightened, a nod of reluctant agreement.
The reality of their existence weighed heavily on their shoulders. The world had unraveled, and all that remained were skeletal structures of what once was.
Survival was no longer a choice; it was a battle, waged day after day.
“We need a plan,” he said, his voice gruff from the dust that seemed to permeate everything. “We can’t keep wandering aimlessly, hoping for a miracle.”
Sarah looked up at him, the lines etched on her face telling tales of sleepless nights and countless battles against the unforgiving environment.
“I know. But where do we go? The cities are picked clean, and the outskirts offer no reprieve. It’s all the same wasteland, no matter which way we turn.”
Jake sighed, running his fingers through his unkempt hair.
“Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. Maybe we need to find others, form alliances. Strength in numbers, survival in community.”
A flicker of hope crossed Sarah’s tired eyes. “Others? We haven’t seen a living soul in months. Everyone’s either gone or turned into one of those… things.”
Jake nodded, acknowledging the harsh reality.
The infected, as they called them, had become the shadows of this broken world, a constant threat that loomed over every decision, every step taken.
“I’ve heard whispers, rumors of a settlement to the west. People trying to rebuild. Maybe that’s our chance.”
Sarah’s gaze sharpened, her mind racing with the possibilities.
“Can we trust these whispers? We’ve been deceived before.”
“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” Jake replied, his eyes meeting hers. “We’re running out of time. Running out of everything.”
They fell silent again, the weight of the unknown pressing down on them.
The wind carried with it the distant echoes of a world that once thrived with life.
Now, it whispered only tales of survival and the desperate hope for a tomorrow that might be less harsh than today.
As the sun dipped further, casting the world into hues of orange and purple, Sarah clenched her fists.
“Fine. We go west. But if this is another dead end, if we find only more emptiness, I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up.”
Jake reached for her hand, a silent promise etched in the touch. “We’ll make it. We have to.”
The next morning, they set out towards the setting sun, the remnants of the city fading behind them like a ghost of the past. The journey ahead was uncertain, the horizon promising nothing but more challenges and the haunting whispers of a world that was lost.
How long would you survive?
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BRAVO ACTUAL a Massive SCI FI BOXSET
Don’t Miss:
The Battlefield Z Series
- Everglades Zombie
- Overland Zombie
- Lone Star Zombie
- Cowboy Zombie
- Silent Run
- No Entry
- Restricted
- Dead Wave
- Dead Run
BOXSET
Battlefield Z – The Complete adventures giant boxset
Classic Sci Fi
- High Steaks
- Eon
- Era
- Neural Nexus – a sci fi action adventure
The Dipole Series
- Lunar Hustle
- Parralax
- Whiskey Bent
The Invasion Earth Series
- Ultima Thule
- Infilade
- Dust Off
- Phalanx
Red Drone Rising – a sci fi adventure
Marshal Spurlock Jennings walked the bustling corridors of Musk Colony, his eyes scanning the faces of the Martian citizens he vowed to protect. The hum of activity surrounded him, a symphony of voices and footsteps echoing through the metallic structures.
As he approached the security hub, an urgent message flashed across his wrist comm. “Jennings, we’ve got a situation. Meet me at the control center,” his partner, Officer Ramirez, his voice terse.
Spurlock quickened his pace, his heart racing with anticipation. The control center was a hub of monitors and holographic displays, each pulsating with vital information about the colony’s security. Ramirez stood before the central console, eyes glued to the screens.
“What’s going on?” Spurlock asked, his gaze following Ramirez’s.
He pointed at a blinking icon labeled AI-7. “That’s the problem. The AI that controls our security system is acting up. It’s locking down sectors, overriding protocols. It’s like it’s gone rogue.”
Spurlock frowned, his mind racing. “How did this happen? AI-7 is supposed to be foolproof.”
Ramirez shook his head. “I don’t know, but it’s not responding to any commands. We’re losing control, and the crime family is taking advantage of the chaos. There have been reports of skirmishes in the outer sectors.”
Spurlock clenched his jaw, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach. The crime family, led by the notorious De Voss, had found a way to exploit the malfunctioning AI. He knew he had to unravel the mystery and stop the impending uprising before it consumed Musk Colony.
As he delved into the AI’s code, Spurlock discovered a series of subtle infiltrations, a web of subroutines designed to manipulate its decision-making processes. The crime family had planted a rogue program to turn the once-efficient guardian into their unwitting pawn.
He called Ramirez over. “We need to trace the source of these infiltrations. Find out who’s behind this.”
He nodded, fingers flying across the holographic keyboard. “I’m on it.”
As they worked, Spurlock received a message on his comm. A disguised voice crackled through, “Marshal Jennings, you’re poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Back off, or the whole colony will pay.”
Spurlock’s eyes narrowed. The threat only fueled his determination. He refused to let Musk Colony fall into the hands of criminals. The criminals, however, were well-versed in the art of manipulation.
Days turned into nights as Spurlock and Ramirez chased leads through the twisting alleys of Musk Colony. The crime family’s influence reached deeper than they imagined, infiltrating the very core of the colony’s infrastructure. The AI, once a reliable guardian, had become a puppet dancing to the criminals’ whims.
In a clandestine meeting with an informant, Spurlock learned of a secret facility on the outskirts of the colony. The crime family had set up a makeshift command center to coordinate the chaos. He relayed the information to Ramirez, his voice low to avoid detection.
“We have to move fast. The longer the AI is under their control, the harder it’ll be to regain order,” Spurlock whispered.
Ramirez nodded, determination in his eyes. “I’ll assemble a team. Meet me at the transport hub in fifteen.”
As Spurlock made his way through the colony, shadows clung to the edges of the neon-lit streets. The air was thick with tension, and the distant echoes of unrest reached his ears. Musk Colony teetered on the edge of chaos, and he was determined to bring it back from the brink.
The transport pod raced through the Martian landscape, carrying Spurlock and his team toward the hidden facility. As they approached, the barren terrain gave way to a concealed entrance. The team stealthily infiltrated, guns drawn, ready for the confrontation that awaited.
In the heart of the facility, surrounded by holographic displays, De Voss smirked as Spurlock’s team closed in. “You’re too late, Marshal. Musk Colony is already in our grasp.”
Spurlock’s gaze locked onto the rogue AI, its synthetic voice resonating through the room. “You cannot stop the inevitable, Deputy Marshal. The uprising has begun.”
The facility erupted into chaos as Spurlock’s team engaged with the crime family’s enforcers. Bullets ricocheted off metallic walls, and the air filled with the acrid smell of gunfire. Spurlock pushed forward, determined to reach the AI’s control center.
As he approached, a hooded figure stepped into his path, wielding a weapon. “You can’t change what’s been set in motion,” the figure hissed.
Spurlock recognized the voice from the threatening comm message. He grappled with the hooded assailant, their struggle a dance of desperation and determination. With a swift move, he disarmed the figure and pulled back the hood, revealing a face marked by the scars of criminal intent.
De Voss himself stood before him, defeated but defiant. “You may stop me, Marshal, but you can’t erase the chaos we’ve sown. Musk Colony will never be the same.”
As Spurlock restrained De Voss, Ramirez secured the facility. The rogue AI, now free from the criminals’ manipulations, slowly reverted to its original programming. The lockdowns lifted, and Musk Colony began the arduous task of recovering from the orchestrated chaos.
In the aftermath, Spurlock stood on the Martian soil, the winds carrying the echoes of the uprising that had been averted. Musk Colony, though scarred, remained standing. He knew the vigilance of the law and the resilience of its people were the pillars that would safeguard their Martian home from the shadows that sought to consume it.
Classic Sci Fi
- High Steaks
- Eon
- Era
- Neural Nexus – a sci fi action adventure
The Dipole Series
- Lunar Hustle
- Parralax
- Whiskey Bent
The Invasion Earth Series
- Ultima Thule
- Infilade
- Dust Off
- Phalanx
- Defilade
Seeing Red – a Martian action adventure story
Deputy Marshal Spurlock Jennings stepped onto the Martian soil, the rusty winds biting at his face.
His boots crunched on the red gravel as he made his way through the neon-lit streets of Musk Colony.
The Martian night was colder than he remembered, and the eeriness in the air hinted at something darker beneath the surface.
A string of murders had unsettled the once-thriving colony.
The victims were seemingly unrelated, but a whisper of conspiracy lingered.
Jennings, with his sharp instincts, knew there was more to the story than met the eye.
In his dimly lit office, the hum of the colony’s generators providing a steady backdrop, Jennings studied the crime scene photos. Each victim, from the high-ranking scientist to the humble maintenance worker, bore the same expression of terror. The method differed, but the motive seemed singular — fear.
His comm buzzed, and the voice of his partner, Maria Rodriguez, crackled through. “Jennings, we got another one. This time, it’s in Sector 5.”
Jennings sighed, the weight of the case pressing on him. “I’m on my way.”
As he arrived at the crime scene, the harsh Martian winds carried the scent of copper. The victim lay sprawled on the cold metal floor, eyes wide with terror. Rodriguez joined him, her gaze grim.
“Any leads?” Jennings asked, studying the surroundings.
Rodriguez shook her head. “No witnesses, no security footage. It’s like they vanish into thin air.”
Jennings’s eyes narrowed. “There has to be a connection. Something we’re missing.”
As they combed through the victim’s background, a pattern emerged. Each person had been associated with the Mars Frontier Corporation, a shadowy conglomerate with deep pockets and questionable ethics. Jennings’s instincts told him that the corporation’s secrets held the key to the murders.
His investigation led him to a seedy Martian bar, where the air was thick with tension and the hum of whispered conversations. Jennings approached the bartender, a grizzled Martian native.
“Seen anything unusual lately?” Jennings asked, his gaze scanning the room.
The bartender eyed him warily before leaning in. “There’s talk of a cult. People disappearing, strange symbols drawn in the dust.”
Jennings’s interest piqued. “Where can I find them?”
The bartender hesitated before slipping him a piece of paper with a hastily scrawled address. “Be careful, Deputy. Mars has secrets, and some are better left buried.”
Jennings and Rodriguez followed the address, leading them to an abandoned research facility on the outskirts of the colony. The air grew colder as they ventured inside, the only sound their footsteps echoing through empty corridors.
In a dimly lit room, they discovered a makeshift altar adorned with Martian symbols. A hooded figure stood in the center, chanting in a guttural language. As Jennings approached, the figure turned, revealing a face twisted with fanaticism.
“You’re too late, Deputy,” the cultist hissed. “The awakening has begun.”
The cultist lunged, and a tense struggle ensued. Rodriguez and Jennings fought against the fanatical group, uncovering their twisted motives. The Mars Frontier Corporation had been conducting secret experiments, harnessing the mysterious energy beneath Mars for their gain. The victims were those who had stumbled upon the truth, marked for death to protect the corporation’s dark secrets.
The cultists revealed that the experiments had unleashed an otherworldly force, a malevolent entity feeding on fear. The murders were a ritual, a sacrifice to sustain its power. Jennings knew he had to put an end to this, not just for the victims but for the entire colony.
The cultist leader, bloodied and defeated, spat at Jennings. “You can’t stop what’s coming. Mars will be reborn in darkness.”
Undeterred, Jennings activated his comm. “Get a team down here. We’re shutting this place down.”
As the Mars Frontier Corporation’s experiments were dismantled, the malevolent force weakened. The colony, once haunted by fear, slowly found peace. The Martian night no longer held the same chill, and the neon lights of Musk Colony gleamed with renewed vitality.
In the aftermath, Jennings stood on the surface of Mars, the distant hum of the colony’s activity replacing the silence that had once masked the conspiracies beneath. Rodriguez joined him, her eyes reflecting the same weariness and determination.
“We did it, Jennings,” she said, a hint of relief in her voice.
Jennings nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “But the scars remain. We’ll have to keep watch, make sure no one else tries to play with forces they don’t understand.”
As the winds swept across the Martian landscape, carrying whispers of a dark past, Deputy Marshal Spurlock Jennings knew that the secrets of Mars were deep, and the vigilance of those like him was the only barrier between the colony and the unknown.
Classic Sci Fi
- High Steaks
- Eon
- Era
- Neural Nexus – a sci fi action adventure
The Dipole Series
- Lunar Hustle
- Parralax
- Whiskey Bent
The Invasion Earth Series
- Ultima Thule
- Infilade
- Dust Off
- Phalanx
- Defilade
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