"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Comets streaked across the night sky of Los Santos, crashing into the city's northern district. Sixty players clad in battle armor descended upon the chaos, adding to the tumult.
Dominic Toretto (returned to the modification shop, carrying Letty, whose condition was rapidly worsening.
"Letty!" Dominic's voice trembled as he placed her gently on the bed. His expression betrayed a rare vulnerability.
Letty's face had transformed—dark, silicone-like patches spread across her skin like sinister tattoos. Her eyes were pools of black ink, and her elongated fangs dripped with saliva. She resembled a grotesque humanoid beast, her very presence chilling to behold.
"Dom, what's happening to Letty?" Mia asked, her voice quaking with worry and fear as she stared at Letty's monstrous form.
"She was attacked by one of those things. The virus is taking over her body," Dominic explained, his brow furrowed in desperation. "We need to find a cure—fast!"
Letty's condition left Dominic shaken, and for the first time, he seemed unsure of how to proceed. He clenched his fists, knowing time was running out.
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"Ding!" A familiar notification sound cut through the tension. Brian quickly checked his phone, his face lighting up.
"Dom! There's a solution!" Brian exclaimed, holding up his screen.
Dominic hurried over and read the notification:
*[Competition Ends]*
*[The Game Officially Begins]*
*[First Wave of Airdrop Supplies Released]*
Supplies include: advanced weapons, vehicles, skill chips, silver equipment, and viral serum…
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"Viral serum!" Dominic's eyes lit up with renewed determination. "Let's move!" Without hesitation, he donned his steel armor and prepared to leave.
"We can't waste time—Letty won't last long. Once the virus reaches her cranial nerves, even the serum won't work."
"Mia, stay with Letty. If things go south..." Brian handed her a loaded revolver. His unspoken words weighed heavily in the air.
"Brian, I can't—" Mia stammered, recoiling from the weapon.
"Protect yourself," Brian said firmly, pressing the gun into her hands before climbing into his armor to join Dominic.
Stark and his team also received the airdrop announcement. Suspended in the sky, Merlin surveyed the sprawling chaos of Los Santos below.
"This is darker than ever," Merlin muttered, his voice heavy with unease. The once-vibrant city now resembled a murky swamp of despair. Familiar landmarks—Zancudo Military Base, Los Santos Airport, the River Road, and the Hollywood Hills—stood out amidst the gloom, serving as grim reminders of what the city used to be.
Most of the city was eerily quiet, save for the panicked cries of fleeing residents. The creatures—vampire aliens, infected, and Deadpool hybrids—preferred to stalk their prey under cover of darkness, striking with chilling precision. This made the situation far more insidious than the last incident with the lizardmen.
Players could handle lizardmen, but these new foes required silver weapons or ultraviolet light to defeat—resources that were in critically short supply. Many survivors were forced to band together with the police, who used ultraviolet lamps to hold defensive lines. The light was effective, turning the vampire aliens to ash upon contact, but its range was limited. Only a few safe zones had been hastily established.
With the addition of sixty steel armors and Iron Man himself, the northern district began to regain some semblance of order. Fleeing residents now had a clearer path to safety.
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However, the concentration of refugees brought new problems. Among them were latent infections, which began to spread chaos within the temporary bases. These strongholds, under attack from both inside and out, struggled to hold their ground as the monsters multiplied.
A dim purple halo illuminated the bridge spanning the Los Santos River, casting a surreal glow on the frightened residents huddled within. Police officers, armed to the teeth, formed a defensive perimeter around the bridge, their faces tense with determination as they safeguarded the civilians inside the glowing circle.
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"Ha!!!" At both ends of the bridge, shadowy figures darted around the edges of the purple halo, their monstrous forms barely visible. The eerie light seemed to repel them, as they hesitated, snarling and pacing just beyond its protective aura.
Police officers and players stationed outside the circle tightened their grip on their weapons, ready for the slightest breach.
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Above the scene, helicopters hovered, their searchlights illuminating the streets below, where hordes of infected bodies poured in relentlessly. The air was filled with the cacophony of guttural growls and gunfire.
"Bang!" Horn, a seasoned player and retired soldier, fired his electromagnetic rifle with practiced precision. Each shot sent a laser streaking through the air, exploding the heads of infected bodies in blinding flashes.
However, the resilience of the infected was terrifying. Decapitated creatures rose again, their blood-red heads regenerating in mere moments. Unfazed, Horn adjusted his aim and fired again, obliterating their torsos.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" His shots echoed until his phone beeped, indicating his latest tally:
*[Points +1]*
*[Total Points: 130 Points]*
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Horn, an aficionado of car culture who had invested heavily in military-grade gear, stood amidst the chaos. His military armored vehicle and prized electromagnetic rifle were his tools for survival.
Despite the carnage around him, his thoughts strayed to his loved ones. He had joined forces with the police not only for the intel but also to protect those closest to him. Yet, as the scenario escalated into a full-blown nightmare, his faith in the plan wavered.
"Bah! These things are impossible to deal with," grumbled a younger player nearby, reloading his weapon after dispatching an infected. "Thought we'd be up against zombies—not silicon-covered monsters!"
The young player had expended three incendiary bullets for a single infected. Initially, one was sufficient, but as the creatures fed and their silicon exteriors thickened, the game had become exponentially harder.
Horn silently checked his rifle's energy gauge—60% remaining. He clutched the silver cross on his chest, muttering a prayer for strength as he glanced at the embattled police officers, who seemed hopelessly under-equipped.
Suddenly, a dazzling light pierced the night sky. The players craned their necks to see an airdrop descending.
"The airdrop is here!" someone shouted.
As if on cue, the once-darkened sky lit up with streaks of white light, scattering countless three-cubic-meter supply boxes across Los Santos. Each box, suspended by parachutes, descended slowly into the city's chaos.
Players with advanced flying vehicles, like the Deluxo and Tyrant, zoomed upward to claim the valuable loot, while others scrambled on foot, heading toward the plumes of smoke marking the airdrops' landing sites.
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Amid the frenzy, the transport plane that had delivered the supplies vanished into the night—only to be pursued by military fighter jets moments later.
The government's interest in the unfolding events in Los Santos was clear, but whether their involvement would turn the tide of battle remained uncertain.
For now, the city's defenders—players, police, and civilians—could only hope the airdrops contained what they needed to survive the night.
----This will be last chapter for this month as I have a fucking camp which is 20% of my final grades.