Lahat ng Kabanata ng All Of Us Are Dead: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

With a harsh clank, the metal doors on either side of the hall slid open.Guards — or whatever they were — stepped in, faces hidden behind dark helmets, rifles slung across their chests. Their footsteps echoed in sync, mechanical, and rehearsed.“Meal time is over,” one of them said flatly. “Stand up and form a line.”The scrape of chairs filled the room as everyone obeyed. No one dared to test the tone. The woman who’d been beaten earlier was helped up by her teammates, still shaking, her face pale and streaked with tears. I glanced at her once, but she didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.Hoodie guy stood next to me as we lined up. His hands were tucked into his pockets, that same relaxed stance like he wasn’t worried at all. I almost envied him for that.The guards herded us through the corridor, down a dimly lit path that seemed to stretch forever. The sound of boots, the hum of electricity, the faint metallic smell of the walls — everything felt sterile and unnatural, like we were walking

“Fuck!” I hissed out. The heat coming from under was getting unbearable by the minute. It hit me first like someone had opened an oven right under my face. The air shimmered, thick and wet, and my skin immediately started to prickle like it was being slow-roasted. I had no idea acid could be Hot. I thought it just… melted stuff. But the closer I hung over it, the more it felt like my body was cooking from the bottom up. My hands were slick with sweat making my grip slide against the metal edge. I tried to pull myself up, digging my fingers into the cold steel, but it was like trying to grab soap underwater. “Come on,” I whispered to myself, voice shaking, “come on, Leah, come on…” The edge bit into my palms as I tried to lift again. My muscles screamed, trembling so violently my shoulders burned. And that’s when I looked up — and saw him. Hoodie Guy. His expression… God, it was priceless. For someone who always looked like he was two seconds away from cracking a joke

.☘︎ ݁˖I didn’t know how I made it back to the group. It was all a blur—my legs wobbling beneath me like jelly, my lungs on fire, and the faint ringing in my ears making everything sound muffled, distant. I remember someone shouting, maybe the game master, maybe one of the players. I couldn’t even tell anymore. All I knew was that somehow, between my trembling legs and shaking hands, I made it back. I crossed the last platform. The others in my group were staring, a few with wide eyes, a few with that hollow smile. But before I could register any of it—before I could even think about how close I’d come to dying again—he was there. Hoodie guy. He stepped forward, and before I could say anything his arms were around me. Tight. For a second, my body froze. My brain went blank. I didn’t even know how to respond. He was warm. So, so warm. His uniform was damp against my cheek, probably from his own sweat, but I didn’t care. My heart was hammering so fast I could hear it echo i

That was only when Hoodie Guy finally noticed her. His smile twitched and his brows furrowed just a little, but his tone was still laced with that lazy arrogance when he asked, “Who are you?”The girl didn’t seem fazed by the chill in his voice. She tilted her head, her messy black hair falling over her eyes as she flashed a grin. “A player,” she said lightly, swirling her finger around the number tag on her uniform.“Then…” he drawled, pointing to the spot beside me — the exact spot she had casually claimed while he was risking his life against the acid pit. “Move away. You’re taking my position.”I froze.Her brows arched, mockingly. “Your position?” she repeated, pretending to look around. “I don’t see your name on it.”The air between them thickened. I could practically feel the irritation radiating off him, that dark, brooding kind of annoyance.Was he that easily irritated?“Just move,” he told her, voice lower. “I’m not going to ask again.”I could tell he wasn’t bluffing. Some

SILAS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Hindrance. That bastard of a thing no human can escape from. You could have all the brilliance in the world, all the muscle, all the faith, all the stubborn, teeth-gritting determination—and still, hindrance will find a way to shove a stick up your ass. It’s everywhere. The traffic light that turns red when you’re late. The printer that jams when you’ve finally finished the damn report. The feeling of being watched when you’re just trying to sleep. Hindrance is the clingy ex of human existence—it doesn’t take hints, doesn’t leave when you ask nicely, and sure as hell doesn’t care about your schedule. And you’d think, after death, it’d finally fuck off. But no. Turns out even in death, I can’t escape it. Ain’t that a bitch? I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching Leah breathe in her sleep. Her hair’s all tangled around her face, lips twitching like she was arguing with someone in her dreams. Cute. Then suddenly she gasped and jerked upri