Chapitre 25: Land Of Zombies
"Why don't you just DIE!" Cooper Black fired off twelve shells, at a time. He was still trapped in that room. His flashlight was now resting in the monster's stomach, in peace. Cooper guided himself, by the glow of its red, red eyes. "DIE, you lame, old ***hole!"
He had two jobs in hand, at the moment:
• he had to defend himself
• he had to kill that thing.
"GraaaAAAH!" Cooper Black made some snarling noises. Maybe 'cause the monster drove him crazy. Maybe 'cause he wanted to frighten the creature off.
He dived, and dodged a claw. He ducked, and dodged a tentacle. When he tried to punch that thing below its eyes, it seemed soft, wet, and sticky. What sort of monster could this be? Surely not from Greek legends, 'cause Cooper Black had finished reading each and every book in the Percy Jackson series. Not from magical lore, either. Even the Harry Potter books had any kind of monster like this. Looks like CB had to find it out, himself.
Hours passed, it seemed. But yet, nothing had changed. Cooper Black can fight well, but not fight forever. Every hero has his weakness, no doubt.
"What the hell?" he felt some scales on the creature's body. "What are you, a crocodile?"
"Gneek! Xeeh!" The beast let out a blood-curdling scream. "Ghaah!"
The fact that the thing could speak, made Cooper Black lose his balance, and the monster snatched the M1014 shotgun.
"Hey! Not fair, yo!"
"Gheeh, ghaah! GHAAH!"
"Okay then, if you love that shotgun so much, then marry it. You'll get half-monster half-gun kids!" the fact made him shudder. "Alright, fun time's over. Now gimme back my thing, before I take it back by force, and shove it up your--"
The monster snatched Cooper, and threw him down a pipe, that he hadn't noticed it was there before.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah..." he dropped down and down, like a human torpedo.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone