When a deadly virus devastates the world, Dr. Julian Vance, an immune virologist, and General Ethan Cole, a powerful survivor with extraordinary abilities, join forces to fight for humanity’s survival. As they work to find a cure and protect the remnants of society, an unexpected bond blossoms between them. When Ethan is gravely injured, Julian discovers his hidden power of healing, saving the man he loves. Together, they face relentless dangers, fight for a cure, and prove that even in the darkest times, love and unity can prevail.
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- As I lay on the bed, enveloped in my husband's warmth, I nestle my back deeply into his arms, feeling his gentle grip on my waist as he pulls me closer. Soft, tender kisses dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The blood-boiling sex we shared still resonates, the lingering sensations on my skin and between my legs a reminder of our loving encounter. His arms around me tighten more and his lips press on the bane of my shoulder igniting more warmth in my body. His lips move to my neck where he kisses me passionately and excitedly and then moves to my cheeks where he places the last few kisses before letting his mouth leave me. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to melt into Arthur and absorb his entirety. Surprisingly this time his touch feels more intimate than before, more secure, and more enthusiastic. It’s not unlike Arthur to touch me or kiss me, but tonight just feels different— different in a way that keeps me satisfied and pleasure-filled. I can feel love from his fingertips. The way his hand remains firm on my waist like a perfect puzzle piece that needs to perfect my body. I lean into him and he collects me even more. The room is silent with only our heavy breathing entertaining the night. I love this feeling, this moment. Our marriage isn’t one for the books, one look at us and a person can tell how distant we are as a married couple. But tonight, I feel like tonight changed things. I can’t explain it in literal meaning but the way Arthur touched me. I’m so glad we’ve become that loving couple I’ve always wanted us to be. To be in our matrimonial home and feel as though we are one. I feel Arthur’s breathing on my neck before he softly calls my name. His thick voice vibrates in his chest. “El,” he calls. He calls me El short for Eleanor and I think it’s the most lovely word I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Hmm?” I reply gently, matching his tone. I listen to him breathe out another exhausted sigh. “Let’s get a divorce” Arthur adds softly and I pause. I did not hear wrong. “What?” I hear myself asking. My throat starts to feel clogged. “I don’t— I don’t understand” I swallow. “Brianna is back in Manhattan and I think it’s for the best. I am presently preparing the papers.” Brianna? Her name rings a thousand bells but I don’t need a divine entity to tell me she’s the woman she actually wants and not me. I hate how soft his voice is, I hate how coated and calm he’s sounding when he’s brewing such a storm in my ears like this. No one is supposed to sound casual filing for a divorce. A divorce. After all, we just had? I don’t speak— it’s not that I don’t know what to say, I do, But my voice feels like it’s frozen and it’s being stung by thousands of bees. His hands around my waist shift to sit there properly and I realize we’re both naked, in each others’ hands and he is propelling a divorce. What did I expect? I should have seen this coming—No, I did see it coming! Our marriage is like many others - built on respect and a harmonious home life. Though with less intimacy. And I couldn't forget, that this union was a transaction, an arrangement born of circumstance rather than love. I have to remember my position in this carefully constructed life. I shouldn’t get pierced by a divorce I saw coming. I just thought he’d love me enough one day. I have been stupid! What we had was a marriage of convenience, You get what you see and leave. Four years ago while my life was at a crossroads, fate brought an unexpected opportunity to my doorstep: marriage to Arthur Newton. At the time, Arthur was fighting a debilitating battle with severe skin ulceration, a cruel consequence of a malicious act by a business rival who had secretly laced his drink with a harmful substance. The Newtons' reputation had suffered greatly due to Arthur's illness, and his family was willing to pay a hefty price to anyone who would agree to marry him. I knew at the back of my mind that one day we would come to an end and our marriage was only based on materialistic yearning. I’ll never be close to what Arthur had with Brianna, even as his wife, even after four years of being married and being free of his skin illness. Was loving each other only from my end then? I didn’t imagine this, right? I cannot deny my sudden broken heart— shattered even. But this was all for business. I release Arthur’s hand from my waist and get on my feet, pulling the bed’s duvet to cover my naked body. “Alright then” I nod, trying to sound normal. “I’ll await the divorce papers” Arthur’s expression goes stoic. “Where are you going?” He looks at me as if I’m committing a crime but his voice remains careful and warm. “I think I should leave, It will be— “It’s already late, stay for the night, you can leave tomorrow” he adjusts his broad body on the bed, his voice polite and gentle. I nod and avoid eye contact. Gently, I lay back on the bed and try to push the lump in my throat but it’s not working. Arthur turns around with his back facing me and I let my lips quiver. He switches off the night table light and my eyes start to sting in the room’s darkness. We’re both quiet and I try my best not to let my breathing sound haggard. I think Arthur is asleep but I’m proved wrong when he starts to speak. “Eleanor?” His voice is almost like a whisper that I almost didn’t catch. “Yes?” I turn to face his back in the darkness. “Who is Leon?” He asks. I stop breathing. How did he know about Leon? Trying to process my words, my mind, and why and how he knows about a person who seems like a figment of time in my life, clogs my throat, and before I can reply Arthur speaks up. His voice starts to come out solemn and low. “Well, I’m sorry for taking up four years of your life, I hope you will be happy in the future. Goodnight Eleanor,” —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’
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
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
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
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
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
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