Lahat ng Kabanata ng Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The rain became heavier, piercing my skin with a chill that seemed to seep into my very bones. Water trickled down my face, mixing with the tears that streamed from my eyes, creating a blur of salt and rain that stung my skin. The raindrops clung to my eyelashes, weighing them down, making every blink a struggle. Its sound was deafening—a constant, pounding beat that filled my ears and drowned out all other noise. It was as if the sky itself was weeping with me, its tears falling in torrents that threatened to wash away everything in their path. Vino released my wrist. I could hear his deep, labored breathing. Summoning all my courage, I turned to face him. Dark blood stained his white t-shirt. He tried to look at his back, so I crawled over to examine it. My hands trembled as I lifted his shirt, revealing a large bruise on his back—it was blue, almost turning dark violet. The bruise surrounded several small gunshot wounds on the right side of his back. Memories of how he had hugg

Darkness—a hollow blank space that has nothing much to offer. Just like an emptiness that keeps expanding further and further as the universe continues to expand forever. They say the never-ending darkness instills terror in our lives, but with just one light, all of it will be gone, and I was right! At the end of darkness, there would always be light waiting for us to discover. A blinding white light, as if it's smiling at you, ready to swallow you. Spiraling shivers traveled across my body. What was I even doing there? Was I dead? Had I become one of them? I looked up at the light and witnessed how it turned fiery. The familiar smell of burned flesh lingered in the void. The hot atmosphere made me sweat and lose my breath, convincing myself that I was really dead and finally in my hellish afterlife. But a voice echoed, telling me to wake up. Not long after that, I regained consciousness. There I found myself in the midst of leaping flames that burned like a temper. I uttered a lo

The distant moans of the undead became a constant reminder of our grim reality. Their decaying stench clung to the air as we trudged through the desolate streets. After the harrowing events of the previous day—bringing down one of those relentless drones—we knew time wasn't on our side. The military's puppets would be searching for their lost toy, and we had to act fast. In order to make our plan work and turn their weapon against them, we needed to scavenge for food, equipment, and supplies. But time really is a commodity we scarcely possessed. The frame of abandoned establishments silhouetted against the violet dusk, like a fossil from a world we no longer knew. The sun was already setting down again. Everyone needed a rest. And so, we set a camp in the middle of the broken road. Someone got the fire going, and everyone gathered around it. The flames crackled, but its warmth barely touched the cold that clung to our skin. I sat apart, a little farther from the group, hugging

We rested longer than we should’ve. Trying to breathe—each breath heavier than the last. We couldn’t make the sounds we needed to. No one could cry, not even if they wanted to. The silence was loud enough.When the first light came, everyone decided that it's time to bury her.The ground was cold under my fingertips, and the air smelled like wet leaves. We didn’t even mark the grave. Just piled the earth over her body.Caite paced. She looked at the ground when anyone tried to say something about Ginny. I almost thought she was going to break again. Maybe I wanted her to. She was always the one with words for everything. Always the spark.Now... nothing.I didn’t know what to say either. I was starting to forget how.I stared at the spot where we left her—too much like something I should’ve done differently, but I couldn't do it now, could I?But then the windows behind us shattered before I could process it. I heard Tito Weston shout, but it wasn’t a call to action. It was a warning

It had been hours since we heard it, but the fuzzy voice through the static still echoed in my mind. ...puso ng isla… sinaunang karunungan… …ang banal na ubasan… magdadala sa santuwaryo It's deep-cut stuff. Only someone born here would get it. And I knew it meant something. It meant refuge. I didn’t tell the others. Not even Caite. But she knew something was up. She kept throwing glances at me across the campfire like she was trying to read a book she couldn’t open. I gave her nothing. Not until we were alone, kneeling beside the gear pile under the tarp. “It’s in Panimo, the island's center,” I told her in a whisper. “Woodpine Valley University is located in there. A safe zone. But the only way in is through the old ossuary beneath the church.” Her mouth parted slightly. “How can you be sure?” “I grew up hearing stories from Lolo. ‘When the light is low, seek God below.’ He said it's a passage they used to say when hiding during storms. Or wars.” “And you just...