Novels by Nassy’s pen

Mark woke to silence.For several seconds, he lay still, staring at the ceiling as he struggled to remember where he was. His head felt heavy, and his mouth was painfully dry. When he tried to move, his muscles felt weak, as though whatever had happened had drained every bit of strength from his body.Then the memories came rushing back.Emily.The food.The survivors collapsing around him. And Emily standing there, watching him with that calm, almost loving smile.Mark suddenly pushed himself upright.His head spun violently, forcing him to grip the edge of the table until the room finally steadied. He looked around the house, his eyes moving from one survivor to another.The house was quiet.Several survivors were still slumped over the table and chairs, while others lay on the floor. A few had begun to stir, groaning softly as they slowly regained consciousness.Mark barely noticed them.His eyes immediately went to the corner where he had left his supplies.His bag was gone.Mark

When she finally reached him, she held out a plate.“Eat,” she said.Mark glanced at the food before looking back at her.“I'm not hungry.”Emily's smile faded for the briefest moment before returning.“You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?”“Yes.”Emily lowered the plate slightly and looked at him. “This is the last thing I want from you before you go.”Mark frowned. “What?”“Sit down and eat with the others.” Her voice was gentle, almost pleading. That somehow made Mark even more uncomfortable.He looked toward the other survivors. They were eating and talking among themselves, completely unaware of the tension between them.After a moment of hesitation, Mark finally took the plate.Emily smiled.“Thank you.”Mark sat down, and Emily took the seat across from him. She didn't pick up a plate for herself. Instead, she rested her hands on the table and watched him quietly.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.Then Emily broke the silence.“Do you remember the first day I saw you

Clara leaned closer to the screen, her mind already racing through the possibilities.Her fingers curled slowly at her sides. Whatever was stored on that device could help them survive.The System screen flickered once before disappearing, leaving Clara alone with her thoughts.She remained seated for several seconds, staring at the empty space where the screen had been before reaching for the map beside her bed.The City Communications Center was on the eastern side of the city, several kilometers from the fire station. The route would take her through some of the worst-hit areas, and after what had happened at the gardening store, she knew she couldn't afford to be careless.If someone inside the station was passing information to the people outside, revealing the mission could put her in danger before she even reached the communications center.Clara folded the map and slipped it beneath her pillow.She would leave in the morning, but this time, she would be careful about who knew

Clara remained beside the car, staring across the compound as the uneasiness in her chest refused to fade.“Clara.”She looked up to find Elena standing a few feet away, watching her carefully.Clara lowered her gaze and placed the bag on the ground before turning toward her.“What is it?”Elena glanced around the compound, making sure no one was paying attention before moving closer.“I saw something this morning.”Clara's attention sharpened immediately.“What?”Elena lowered her voice.“While I was near the station, I saw a vehicle I recognized.”Clara straightened. “Recognized from where?”Elena hesitated before answering. “From the last time those men came looking for Marcus.”Clara's stomach tightened.“The men who threatened you?”Elena nodded.“I can't say I'm completely certain. I only saw it for a few seconds, and the vehicle was partly hidden behind another building. But I remember it. I'm almost sure it was the same one.”Clara stared at her. “Where did you see it?”“On th

Clara parked several streets away from the pharmacy and continued on foot, keeping close to the walls of the abandoned buildings as she moved through the quiet streets. She kept one hand near her weapon while her eyes constantly searched the surrounding area for anything that seemed out of place.When she reached a position where she had a clear view of the entrance, she crouched behind a broken wall and raised her binoculars.Nothing seemed unusual.There were no unfamiliar vehicles parked nearby, no strangers waiting around the entrance, and no suspicious movement between the surrounding buildings. Everything appeared exactly as it should.Maybe she had been wrong about Rachel.Perhaps Clara had allowed fear to cloud her judgment.Clara watched the empty street for a few more seconds before finally turning away.One location had been clean.Two remained.After another thirty minutes, Clara arrived at the warehouse, but nothing about the place suggested that anyone had been there re

The next morning, Clara waited until most of the survivors were busy with their usual tasks before finding Marcus.He was near the entrance, checking the weapons with two of the defenders. The moment he noticed Clara approaching, he handed one of the guns to the man beside him and stepped away from the others.“What is it?” Marcus asked quietly.Clara glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear them before lowering her voice.“I did something last night.”Marcus studied her face, his brows drawing together.“That sounds worrying already.”Clara almost smiled, but the tension sitting heavily in her chest made it difficult.“I gave three people different information about today's supply runs.”Marcus's expression changed immediately.“Who?” He asked.“Rachel was told about the pharmacy. Another survivor was told about an abandoned warehouse, and Derek was told about a food supply location.”For a moment, Marcus simply stared at her.Then understanding slowly appeared