LOGINGift’s POVThe black-and-white video froze on the image of the silver badge, leaving the room dead silent.Kaelen stepped back from the console, his hand dropping straight to the sidearm strapped to his waist. He looked at Mich with eyes narrowed into hard slits, his expression shifting from simple shock to cold, sharp suspicion."Six months ago," Kaelen said, his voice dangerously low as he kept his gun holstered for now. "That was the exact night the system reports said you were on night patrol near the medical ward, Mich. You had the clearance. You had the uniform."Mich looked like he had been struck across the face. His color drained completely, and his breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the paused screen."I didn't do it," Mich whispered, shaking his head frantically as he took a step toward Kaelen. "I swear to God, that wasn't me! I was on the south perimeter all night. You know me, Kaelen—""I thought I did," Kaelen interrupted, stepping back and keeping his hand nea
Gift’s POVThe wide door slid open with a slow, heavy hiss, revealing a dark, sterile room that had been sealed tight since the outbreak started. Cold air poured out into the hallway, smelling of dry dust and old machine oil.Nobody moved at first.Mich stood completely still on the steps, his chest heaving under his vest as he stared up at the blue light glowing on the wall. His face was pale, his jaw locked so hard the skin around his mouth turned white.The image on the screen didn't fade. The face of the original Gift looked down at us—young, quiet, and brown-eyed—staring back from a corporate file photo taken long before the city fell to pieces.[PLAYER #1: DESIGNATE - GIFT]Kaelen stepped closer to the wall, his light shining over the numbers on the screen. "Player One? What does that even mean? Gift, why is your face on a high-level corporate file?"My throat went completely dry. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words stuck in my chest. I couldn't tell Kael
The water rose to our knees almost immediately, freezing cold and thick with grime. It soaked right through my trousers, sending sharp shivers up my legs, but there was no time to think about the chill.Across the dark, flooded room, the pale glowing eyes multiplied by the dozen. A harsh, clicking hiss echoed off the low ceiling, and the water began to churn wildly as dozens of aquatic crawlers surged toward us through the dark."Stay close behind me!" Mich shouted over the splashing, raising his rifle as he stepped in front of me.Kaelen unclipped a waterproof flashlight from his collar, sweeping the bright beam across the swirling water. "They're coming from all sides! Watch the pillars!"I pulled my iron pipe out from my system inventory, gripping the handle tight as my eyes flickered with blue light.[SYSTEM TARGET ANALYSIS: ACTIVE][MULTIPLE THREATS DETECTED: AQUATIC CRAWLERS][GLOWING WEAK POINTS MARKED AT THE BASE OF THE SKULL]"Left side, Mich!" I warned, pointing my pipe towa
The dry, raspy voice of Dr. Mercer still hung in the dark office air, echoing off the bare walls long after the intercom speaker clicked shut."Subject Zero... if you are hearing this," the recording had whispered, "Player 300 is not your savior. She is your prison."I stared at the black speaker on the desk, my mind spinning. The words felt like a cold weight dropping into my stomach. Player 300. That was me. That was the exact designation the System had given me the moment I woke up in this world.Malakor didn't look at the desk. His dark eyes remained fixed on my face, sharp and dangerous. The shadow of suspicion crossed his features, though his cold fingers still rested on my waist."What does he mean by that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What is a prison to you?""Mercer was Thorne's head scientist," Malakor said, his voice cold and flat. "He spent years carving into my flesh before the world fell apart, trying to figure out why I did not rot like the others. If he
The glass window didn't crack; it shattered inward with a sharp explosion of sound, spraying tiny shards across the broadcast room floor.The sub-zero wind rushed in, bringing a wall of white frost that covered the computer consoles in seconds. Mich reacted before I could even blink. He shoved me behind his back, raising his pistol with both hands, his eyes locked on the dark figure standing in the shattered frame."Get back, Gift!" Mich yelled, his thumb flicking the safety off.Malakor didn't even look at him. To an Apex Elite, Mich wasn't an opponent; he was a speck of dust on the floor.Before Mich could pull the trigger, Malakor stepped forward. His tall frame moved with impossible speed, blurring past the barrel of Mich's gun as if the air itself was pulling him. He reached out with pale, long fingers, catching my arm and yanking me straight out of Mich's grip with effortless strength."Gift!" Mich screamed, lunging forward to grab my hand. "Let her go, you monster!"Kaelen move
Gift POV The long bone-blades scraped against the elevator frame with a harsh, high-pitched screech that made my teeth ache."Get back!" Mich barked, shoving Kaelen and me behind his broad frame as he raised his rifle."Don't shoot!" I yelled, pulling him back by the strap of his vest. "A gun burst in this enclosed lobby will bring every runner in Sector Four straight to this floor! Kaelen, the distraction charge!"Kaelen didn't hesitate. He reached into his tactical pouch, pulled out a small sound-bait canister, and slapped it hard against the concrete pillar on the far left side of the room. A high, sharp beep echoed across the dark lobby, pulsing with a bright yellow strobe light.The bladed monster shrieked, its head snapping sideways toward the flashing light. It lunged away from the shaft, its massive bone-blades carving deep trenches into the wall as it charged the pillar.Ping.My vision flared blue, highlighting the creature's back in bright, glowing wireframes.[TARGET ANAL







