Dead crew
Back in the year 4000 a catastrophe occurred on a global level. All the military bases holding nuke silos along with nukes had a major technical meltdown and all the nukes in the world launched and the world was turned into a radioactive desert, and for the generations after, it was called the Great cleansing. The world is full of zombies, ghosts, and lesser demons. After a while a fail safe security system activated, that's when the Number Corps were born. The Number Corps have three ranks, the lowest of the ranks are the Number troops 1 - 7, the middle rank are Number troops 8 - 12, the highest rank among the Number Corps is a Flash Drive.
It is now the year 4809, eight hundred and nine years after the Great Cleansing, we take out story to a small town formerly known as Tehare, to a group called The Dead Crew, it is made up of Smyle Grimace: a anthro wolf zombie, Bob: a gay plasmite ghost, Whip: a lesser succubus, and Greg: a anthro house cat zombie. Smyle is about five feet six inches tall, he weighs about 156lbs., his face is nothing but a skull, from the bottom of his chest to the top of his waist there is nothing, from the top of his right shoulder to the top of his right forearm there nothing but bone, he has a Mohawk made of screws on his skull, his fur is green and matted from neglect. Bob is well there is not much to say about Bob, he is a red panda, he is transparent blue with green eyes. Greg looks almost like Smyle except his fur is blue, he has no Mohawk made of screws, he is missing his left arm, he has a stomach, and the back of his skull is missing so he has to wear a speacil helmet to keep his brain from falling out. Whip is a like a lot of succubus, she is tan, about Smyles height, she weighs about 147lbs., she has two pairs of black and red bat wings one smaller then the other, and a pair of venomous fangs in her mouth like a vipers.
The group has never left the town they live in now, and they usually spend their spare time either at a abandoned shooting range or using slingshots to kill mutant pigeons. Today they are at the shooting range.
"ok and......pull!," Smyle said as he gripped his glock tight and the disc shot into the air, he waited for about two seconds then fired and the disc shattered into tiny pieces
"awesomeness embodied!," Bob said with a squeal
"shut up you gay faggot!!," Whip said with a sneer
"and.....pull!!!," the disc launched into the air but Smyles hand fell off and hit the ground hard and it went off and shot his leg, "damn it sometimes I wish I wasn't dead.," he said with a sigh
"do you want to use your still attached hand or do you want to quit?," Greg asked Smyle
"I'll just quit for now.," Smyle said sadly as he picked up his hand
Whip disappeared in a burst of red smoke and ten minutes later returned in the same way., "guess what.," she said to the three males
They looked up at Whip, "what is it?," they asked in unison
"one of those giant mutant chickens showed up downtown," she said and smiles as she pulls a stick of TNT out of her pocket, "wanna go blow it up?"
The three guys look at each other and then explode with excitement, "FUCK YEA!!!!!!," they yelled and raced down town as Whip disappeared in another cloud of red smoke
They snuck up on the giant chicken as Whip lit the TNT they then made a loud noise which startled it and caused it to squawk. Whip through the TNT and it went down the chickens throat and after a quick run behind some tables, the chicken blew up in a shower of guts and feathers. The Dead Crew fell on their sides laughing their asses off for about thirty-five minutes.
"oh man that was funny as hell.," Smyle said with a chuckle
Whip peaked over the table and gasped at what she saw, " ooooooooh shit here come some number 1's!," she said as she disappears in a burst of smoke
"fuck number 1's, we gotta get out of her before out brains are spilled!," Greg said in panic
A volley of bullets pierced the tables and the trio took off at a run.
"fuck fuck fuckity fuck.," Greg said as he ran
"shut up and run," Smyle said angrily
Bob floated beside them and laughed a little, "its great to be a ghost."
"shut up fag!," Greg said obviously angry now
While they were running they passed another zombie who waved happily to them. Suddenly a large shotgun blasted his head to pieces and his body fell limp to the ground.
"alright that's it!," Smyle said still angry, "I'm through running."
Smyle slide to a stop and turned around and ran at the number 1's.
"DIE!!!!," he charged them and tore his claws into the aluminum hides and ripped them to pieces in a shower of sparks and metal.
Greg and Bob stood there in awe., "holy shit.," they said in unison
Smyle stood up and looked around at the carnage he had caused and smiled, "that felt goooooooood.," he chuckled and suddenly a large shaft of energy shot down and barely missed Smyle., "ok what the hell is it now?," Smyle said as he turned around
Floating up in the sky was the leader of Number corps., his name is Flash Drive number 56, his kind are equipped with one plasma rifle, a single small sized missile, and one Gatling gun.
56 spoke in a electronic monotonic tone, "give up.," he said, "and I will kill you quickly."
Smyle reached down and picked up on the arms of the smashed Numbers 1s and aimed its rifle at 56., "I'll answer your statement with two words 56," Smyle said as he licked the teeth of his skull., "FUCK YOU!!!," and with that he fired the rifle once, the bullet flying out of the barrel at super fast speed and going right through the optic cercits of 56 blinding him.
"ok ok ok lets run," Smyle said as he turned around to face bob and greg who were dumbstruck, "yo idiots wipe the dumb look off your faces and frigging run!!!," they snapped out of it and then ran until they reached safety.
"wow you certainly took care of that flash drive and his cronies.," Greg said with a smile as he panted
"yea what ever.," Smyle said with sigh and a shrug
Bob cuddled up Smyle and made a soft purring sound, "your so strong and brave Smyle."
"ok Bob shut up and don't try to get on my good side by complementing me."
They rested the rest of the day.