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2026-08-17 15:46:36*GLOBAL COLLAPSE: 60 DAYS REMAINING.*
Her breath caught. She reached out. Her fingertips brushed the words and only a faint ripple followed. She turned the pendant over. Checked the clasp. The setting. Even the underside of the stone. Nothing. No seam. No switch. Nothing at all. “Was this a joke? Screw you, fakey.” She took the necklace downstairs and held it over the kitchen bin. “Goodbye.” The stone flashed. Her fingers opened, but the pendant stayed stuck to her hand like glue. Her heel caught the edge of the rug. She gasped. She flailed for the counter and missed. Crack. Her skull hit the marble. “God—” White static exploded behind her eyes. She sucked in a breath and it came out thin and strangled. Her fingers clawed at the cold floor as she tried to push up. The chandelier smeared into a spinning halo. “Stop…” Eyes shut, she reached for the pulsing pendant. Her fingertips brushed the stone. The kitchen vanished. Screams echoed in the dark. “Help.” “Run.” “Move.” Smoke filled the air, bitter and metallic. Alice was standing on an unfamiliar street. Cars were abandoned at broken angles. A bus was wrapped around a traffic light, its seats stained dark. A woman ran past with a child pressed to her chest, both faces wet with tears. From behind the smoke, a man shouted, “Get inside. They’re coming.” People pushed through the haze, crying, limping, shoving. A name was shouted over and over until the voice broke. Between two cars, something moved. A man stumbled out, dragging one foot like the pavement was fighting him. Blood had soaked his shirt and pooled under his ribs, dripping from the hem. Alice stopped breathing, then forced air out. “Okay… easy.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His lips twitched. A low, raspy sound dragged out of his throat. She gulped. “Are you hurt?” His fingers curled. She stepped back. “Can you hear me?” His head snapped toward her. Her stomach dropped. “Oh, shit.” He charged. She spun and ran, stumbling. “Help.” Gunfire cracked behind her. “Keep moving.” She looked at the body, then at the stranger with the weapon. Her legs finally worked. She ran. A soldier’s hand clamped her arm hard enough to bruise. “Did he bite you?” “No.” The rifle rose to her forehead. Click. He lowered it and swept a handheld scanner over her face and chest. The light went green. “Clean. Move.” He pushed her toward a checkpoint of sandbags and armed figures. Alice looked back once. The body on the asphalt was gone. “Don’t look back,” the soldier said, grip tightening. The street folded in on itself. Concrete walls. Recycled air. A wall-sized screen lit a bunker. A world map glowed with red blotches spreading across continents, merging, swallowing coastlines and borders. “What was that?” she whispered. A voice answered behind her. “Everything we failed to stop.” Alice turned. Jade Black stood three paces away. White numbers burned across the screen: 60 DAYS. Beneath them a list scrolled: WATER, FOOD, MEDICINE, FUEL, SEEDS, WEAPONS, COMMUNICATION. Then images. Then raw information slammed into her skull. Jade’s voice cut through it all. “Help us, Alice. You’re the only one who can do this.”
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