Apocalypse: Generic System Macronomicon (miss read books TXT) 📖

she had here, which was unacceptable, and she couldn’t see herself leaving her baby.

Fighting was also off the table, as it raised the odds of getting her or baby Casey hurt bad enough that Amanda couldn’t patch them up. The chances of winning were… She glanced at the three of them.

Casey had no idea what the chances of winning even were.

Let’s try to manage the situation. God, I hope this doesn’t need to be a fight.

Casey nodded at the pot of meat, her heart hammering. “You can eat, but you can’t sleep here. The mountain’s got plenty of caves, and the monsters don’t seem to like it.”

“That’s plenty, thanks,” the leader said before the three of them tucked their legs in and sat around the pot of meat, greedily plucking out hunks of white scarab meat with their bare hands and popping them in their mouths with abandon.

They were slowing down, beginning to chat with each other in a relaxed manner, when Baby Casey began crying at full volume from inside the cave.

The men glanced at each other, and one of them mouthed the question ‘Baby?’. Their gaze settled on her and the cave behind her like a pack of hungry wolves.

“I remember now!” the leftmost said, dropping his fist into his palm. “You’re that pregnant girl! I didn’t even recognize you without the long hair and the panda eyes!”

The leader’s posture shifted.

Relaxed.

Like she wasn’t a threat.

Goddamnit.

“Well, why are we sitting around, she can’t be more than level –“

The leader put a hand on the rightmost’s shoulder and pushed him back to a seated position.

“She obviously didn’t get here alone, Dick.” The man said, glancing back at her.

“Who all is sharing this camp with you, girl?”

“So it’s ‘girl’ now?” Casey asked, a small flame of anger sparked in the core of the fear. “Now that you think I’m not dangerous?”

The two mannequins that had been crawling silently toward the men swept up behind them, putting blades on the necks, the pressure dimpling the skin.

The leader shot to his feet, scrabbling for the hilt of his sword.

The pot of boiling water tipped itself over onto the man’s feet, dragging a wretched howl out of him.

Inside Casey, her father’s bible burst open, the pages fluttering violently as she breathed in as much Myst as she could. She vacuumed up the fluttering pages and directed them in front of her.

“You bitch, I’ll –“

“You’ll do nothing! Sit down!” Michael boomed as he manifested in front of her. The angel was nearly as tall as a man, pointing his flaming sword directly at the man’s face.

The leader’s red face turned expressionless, and he sat back down, hands above his waist.

“Not so fun when you’re outnumbered, is it?” Casey asked, unable to stop herself from gloating, just a bit. They’d put her through the most intense couple minutes she’d had in the last couple weeks. Aside from pushing a baby through her pussy while monsters were trying to eat her.

That one was hard to beat.

Without any prompting, the mannequins glanced at each other and nodded, using their free hands to snatch the three men’s weapons from their belts and throw them away, something she’d neglected to even think of.

They’re smart as people, Casey thought, her hair standing on end. Each of her creations was an autonomous, fully conscious, thinking person who ultimately had her best interests in mind.

Hard to put a price on that. No wonder it’s S ranked.

“Let’s pick up this conversation where we left off,” Casey said, carefully setting the gun aside and retrieving her fussing daughter from the cave. “You can call me Casey, or Miss. Ma’am makes me feel like I’m in a play.”

***Jeb***

Ron held up a palm and dozens of threads of neon purple power spooled out of his hand, seeking out dead bodies like living things. Each one that attached itself to a corpse shuddered like the tightening muscles of a snake as it injected his power.

Black ooze began to spill from the monster’s wounds, and they lumbered to their feet. Some of the magic that allowed them to be so goddamn hot must have remained, as the creature’s black blood boiled off of them, rising up into the air as a noxious smoke.

The second wave of zombies was up and ready to go in moments, and they were far more effective than before.

“Check this out,” Ron said, directing his zombies to spread out. The new creatures were immune to the heat and trudged through lava pits without so much as a care.

Fun fact: You don’t sink in lava. It’s way more dense than you are.

They spread out in every direction and attracted another dozen crawly caterpillars and larger golems.

Once his zombies had the attention of the nearest dozen monsters, he recalled all of his zombies to a central point in the distance, kiting the approaching lava monsters into a tight knot.

Ron snapped his fingers, a pulse of neon purple radiating through the threads on his hand.

Three zombies lunged forward while the rest withdrew. These three swelled up horrifically for an instant, looking like the dude from Big trouble in Little China.

Then they exploded, sending bone shrapnel covered in poisonous black flesh in every direction. The three detonations tore into the feral creatures, wounding or outright killing some of them. The wounded became easy prey for the remaining zombies.

In a matter of seconds, the twelve corpses were rising back to their feet.

That tactic had a net gain of nine bodies, Jeb thought as he watched it play out. Kite them into a concentrated formation, sacrifice a small number of zombies to cripple them, then mop up for a net profit.

Smart.

“Beat that,” Ron said, thumbing his nose as he posed with a cocky smirk.

Jeb had