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Chapter 25: Killers of One Another
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Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) Chapter 25: Killers of One Another
The full moon witnessed how the screams ripped through the Night Cirque. It was sharp enough to slice through laughter and music. I saw people running, their faces twisted in terror, as the explosion had torn anything on its path, sending fire and debris across the amusement park. People who were just dancing and singing along now lay broken on the ground. Then, the dead got up. Eyes empty. Skin burned. Hungry for flesh. Panic swallowed the crowd. People shoved and kicked each other, desperate to escape. I ran, not caring where my feet took me. My friends—Vino, Rina, Britt, Gabby, Shae, Trixie—were lost in the chaos. I kept running until I reached an isolated building on the edge of the park. Inside, the world shifted. The noise faded. I heard a sound, a low, familiar hum, echoing through the darkness. I turned, expecting to see a door, but only my reflection stared back. Mirrors covered every wall, trapping me. Cracks spread across the glass, thin lines that grew wider with ea
Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) Chapter 24: The Question Isn't Why
We headed straight to the supermarket’s stockroom—four of us together. Shelves towered around us, packed with cartons. Dust clung to every surface, and there was barely anything left to loot. Good thing each of us had flashlights. The air was cooler here, but the place gave off major creep-factor. What if there’s something unpleasant inside those boxes? Or someone? I aimed my light forward. “Wait, there’s a door here?” I asked, squinting. The two in front nodded. Jet opened the steel door. We stepped inside—and I realized we were in a hidden hallway. This mart could be one of the oldest buildings in Panimo. And old buildings always had secrets. It could be bunkers, basements, passageways. So, secret hallways connecting storage rooms? Not that shocking. Despite being hidden, the hallway still had power. Red emergency lights cast a dim glow, guiding us through the narrow passage. We took countless turns—left, right, left again. After what felt like eternity, we emerged through the f
Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) Chapter 23: Welcome to the Bottom of Hell
I don't think Caite and I would be ever going to be okay after what she just did to ourselves. She’s insane, for gods' sake! I honestly don’t know who’s crazier—Caite with her sadistic streak, or the people who literally eat other people now. I mean, who in their right mind slices open a corpse just to smear its blood all over themselves? I know she’s smart, but this is too much. She just went ahead and draped guts around our necks, just “to cover up our scents.” Because apparently, to those creeps, we’re just food. Bahala na. At this point, faking it is my only shot at staying alive. A housefly buzzed past my ear and God, it’s disgusting. I hate feeling germy for even a second, and now that I’ve had sticky blood on my face for days, it’s driving me insane. Grilled meat and steamed sausages? Never going to be the same again. I scowled even more because, yeah, I really do smell like the dead. I want to wash my face, but Caite won’t let me. If the world wasn’t ending, I’d have ditch
Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) Chapter 22: Befriending Death
The library hadn’t breathed in hours. No more shadows skating across boarded glass. No drone humming overhead. Just me, Caite, and the kind of quiet that made you hear things that weren’t there. My phone was the only thing with a pulse. I found a charger under a mountain of receipts and old ID cards in the librarian’s desk. Miraculously compatible. And I used it the only way I knew how. Beep. The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later. Rina. Britt. Gabby. Call. Redial. Call. Redial. Like if I just hit it fast enough, loud enough, desperate enough—one of them would pick up. One of them would exist. Beep. The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later. “Jane…” Caite muttered without lifting her head. She was buried in books. Anatomy. Molecular biology. Radiobiology. Virology. Surgery. Stuff with words too long to say out loud. Pages spread around her like she was building a nest out of science. “I swear, if I get smarter I’ll ph
Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) Chapter 21: Triangle's Tip
“Don’t stop. Keep going,” Caite said like she had any idea what she was talking about.But we kept running anyway.Down the slope, through branches that clawed like desperate hands, mud clutching at our boots, shadows stretching long and mean across the path. Every step felt like dragging the past behind us—blood, screams, the cold sting of names we couldn’t say anymore.Then the forest spat us out onto the cracked edge of the old highway, the bottom city yawning ahead just before dawn. The sky was a bruise. Our lungs begged for mercy. Our legs didn’t listen.“There,” Caite rasped, pointing to a low building half-sunk in ivy and silence. “Library.”We bolted across the empty street. The door creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. We shoved it shut and dragged a battered bench in front, the thud echoing too loud. Caite dug a hammer from her pack. We didn’t speak—we just moved, boarding up windows in a rhythm that sounded like panic wearing work boots.She took the left. I t
Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) Chapter 20: The Ones Who Walk Away
That night, we moved in the dark.Caite rolled up the maps and tucked them under her jacket. I packed the rations into my backpack, careful not to clink the cans together. My hands were slow, deliberate, like they knew this was the last time they’d touch anything here. Caite zipped up the last of the bags while I double-checked the load. We were leaving tonight. Just the three of us.Tito Weston stood by the edge of the clearing, arms crossed. His face was unreadable, but his eyes… they were tired in a way I hadn’t seen before. Not just sleep-deprived or worn thin from another chase through the woods. This was something deeper. Bone-tired. Soul-worn.“Everything’s here,” he finally said, voice rough. “Food, medkits, iodine tabs, lighter.” He walked over, pulled something from behind his back, and held it out to me. A compact silver handgun. Standard grip. Full mag. Clean. Reliable.“For protection,” he said.I hesitated for a second. Then took it.The weight settled into my palm like
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