Todos los capítulos de Killing Lies (English-Tagalog) : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

“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

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

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

An unbearable stench flooded the corridor. As the creepers surged closer, howling groans escaped from their mouths. Their faces twisted, jaws swung wide, eyes were blank, and any living prey could feel their hunger. They were using their full capacities. No bones or guts jutting out at any angles. No missing limbs like the creatures outside. They moved faster. Stronger. More dangerous.Erratic paces reverberated throughout the corridor as their flesh-peeling arms attempted to snag us. Every slap of our footsteps hammered at my eardrums. My chest shrank with each desperate gulp of air. My fingers curled into sweaty fists, swinging forward as if it would make me faster. Keilser, beside me, shouted something, but the roar of my heart drowned it out.I crashed against the door of the Head Priest’s office. I shove it shut, but a mottled arm wedged through. Keilser slammed into the creeper, boot meeting flesh, and together we wrestled the door closed. We gazed at each other. Then, our hands

JANEIf the heart of the city was supposed to beat, this one had already drowned.The old woman ladled watery soup into the bowls and cups. She had a slight limp but moved like someone who'd mastered the art of pretending she was fine. "Sip this," she said, smiling as if trying to warm me with her face alone. She thrusted one of the cups gently into my cold hands. "You look like you haven't rested in weeks."I didn't have the energy to lie. I nodded and drank. It tasted like boiled water that had briefly met a vegetable then immediately parted ways.She sat beside me and her eyes softened. "Do you... have family?" she asked.The question hit harder than the soup."They're gone," I answered. "All of them."Her smile faltered as if something in her chest collapsed."No child survives out there anymore..." she whispered, almost to herself.I lowered my gaze, but inside me something twisted, a raw ache protesting against her certainty. We survived. We found people. We found them.But no