Chapter 55: A Source of Strength

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• Eclipse of the Dead   Epilogue: After Five Years

  Five years. Five years since the world changed, since the virus began its unstoppable spread. Five years since the infection took everything from us—our families, our homes, our sense of safety. And yet, here we are, standing in a world that’s still standing, however fragile that may be. The country, like the rest of the world, had been devastated by the pandemic, by the virus that swept through like wildfire. But after all these years, there are fewer infected now, the zombie hordes having dwindled to almost nothing. It’s hard to even imagine the chaos that once reigned. It feels like a distant nightmare, something that never truly happened. But it did. And I will never forget what we went through to survive, to find a cure, to bring back even a sliver of normalcy. The world we had fought for was far from perfect. The population was a fraction of what it used to be, but the survivors, the ones who managed to make it through, are now rebuilding. It’s slow, painstaking work, but it’

• Eclipse of the Dead   Chapter 90: A Future Together

  We had made it. After everything—the battles, the fear, the sacrifices—there was finally a sense of peace. The world was still healing, but it was no longer on the edge of destruction. The infected were slowly returning to normal, thanks to the cure, and the survivors were beginning to rebuild their lives. Ethan and I walked through the rebuilt community, taking in the sights of people working together to restore what had been lost. I felt a sense of disbelief, but also hope. We had been through so much, but here we were—standing in a new world, one that was still fragile but full of possibilities. Ethan walked beside me, a steady presence as always. His once powerful abilities were now no longer needed, and the burden of his powers had been lifted. He was still recovering, physically and emotionally, but he was here with me. We were both here, together. I glanced at him and smiled. "Can you believe it?" I asked quietly. He looked at me with a soft smile, his eyes filled with und

• Eclipse of the Dead   Chapter 89: Healing Together

  The world had finally started to settle, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the tension in my body began to ease. The battle was far from over, but the worst of it—the chaos, the fighting, the fear—had subsided. People were slowly starting to recover. The cure had worked. The infected were regaining their humanity, and the world was beginning to heal. It wasn’t going to happen overnight, but it was happening. And I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. A tiny flicker that had been buried deep inside me for so long. It was fragile, like a breath I was too afraid to take, but it was there. It was something I had been fighting for, and now, I could finally feel it in my chest. But despite the world’s slow recovery, there was one thing I knew for certain: I needed a moment. A moment to breathe, to heal, to let myself feel the weight of everything that had happened. I needed to step away from the chaos, even if just for a while. So, Ethan and I had retreated to a smal

• Eclipse of the Dead   Chapter 88: A World Reborn

  The days following the mission were a blur. It felt like the world was finally catching its breath after holding it for so long. Everywhere I looked, there were signs of hope, glimpses of recovery that, just a week ago, had seemed impossible. The infected were slowly regaining their humanity, their violent, ravenous states diminishing. It was like watching the world come back to life, and I couldn’t help but feel both relief and disbelief.The cure had worked. We had succeeded. But the weight of it all still pressed heavily on my shoulders. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally drained. The past few weeks had taken everything from me. My energy, my resolve, even my sense of who I was—it had all been stretched to its limits. And yet, somehow, I was still standing.But even in my weariness, I felt a flicker of something else. Something that hadn’t been there before. Hope. It was a fragile thing, but it was there, like a tiny flame in the darkness.Ethan, though still weakened from

• Eclipse of the Dead   Chapter 87: Victory in Sacrifice

  The chaos that had consumed everything around us started to settle. It was almost surreal—like the world had been holding its breath, and now, finally, it was exhaling. The infected were slowing, their movements becoming sluggish as the cure began to take effect. I could see them staggering, their once-violent movements growing weaker, the uncontrollable hunger in their eyes diminishing. The battle wasn’t over, not by any means. But we had done it. We had finished distributing the cure. We had given the world a chance, and that was all we could hope for. But as I stood there, watching the cure begin to take hold, my heart was still racing for a different reason. Ethan. I turned to look at him, my stomach twisting with dread. He was barely conscious, lying against a wall, his body limp and covered in cuts and bruises. His chest rose and fell slowly, but there was no mistaking the pain written all over his face. I rushed to his side, my heart hammering in my chest. The adrenaline t

• Eclipse of the Dead   Chapter 86: The Last Stand

  The world around us was beginning to spin out of control. The infected were growing more aggressive, their movements more frantic as the effects of the cure began to take hold. But there was still so much to do—so much to risk. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, the responsibility of the cure in my hands, and the exhaustion in my body. Every minute we spent here was one minute too long, but we had no choice. We had to finish what we started. We had to make sure the cure reached as many people as possible before everything fell apart. And yet, as I worked tirelessly, my thoughts kept drifting to Ethan. He was fighting beside me, always beside me. But I could see the toll it was taking on him. His powers were growing more unstable, his energy flickering with each passing moment. His once-unshakable strength was faltering, and I could see the strain in every movement, in every breath he took. He pushed himself harder and harder, determined to protect me and eve