A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead Novels & Stories

"There is no why. Find someone else. I can't do it." I headed for the exit. Celine followed, dragging both hands through her hair. "Mount Ashen gets worse every year. A few drivers tried that pass over the last couple years. None of them came back. "If you don't go, nobody will. Are you sick or something? Fine, I'll come with you. I'll handle the rescue. You just drive. "But you owe us an explanation. The team's broke. Everyone's been waiting for a chance like this. They deserve to know why."

But because some questions never get answers, and I had stopped waiting for them. At last, on a quiet evening, my spirit dissolved completely.

The Better Place Chapter Twenty Eight. Unedited After two rings, the call was finally picked up on the Other Side. " Hello, Miss Quinn. " " Hi. " Rose replied shyly. " Why did you suddenly call? " He inquired. " Well, about the rumors. " " Oh, what about it? " " Hmmn, haven't you thought of clarifying it? " " I did, to be honest, but I was waiting for your opinion. " " Oh. "

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

My hands were shaking and all I saw were little black dots in my vision. "Dua?" Ammi's concerned voice brought me out of the panic attack. I blinked my hysteria away and glanced at Raza who was staring at me with a raised eyebrow. "Its alright beta if you need time I understand" uncle said and baba nodded. I nodded hurriedly and excused myself from the company to run off to my safe space. The little forest joined with our backyard. It was a place abandoned by human being and filled with the serenity of nature. That was what I needed, a place to cry my anxiety out. Allah I don't want to do this please..

She was crying while finding hope on the forest road. "Gwyn!!" She heard far from the back and since the road is straight, she could still see the man from behind. She kept on running, praying for hope as if a light would be visible to show the end of the endless yet invisible tunnel. Until there she saw a car headlamp going in her direction. That's it. That's the light she was praying for.

Nyra’s POV The road was too quiet. That was the first thing that started to feel wrong the moment Ronan drove us away from the mercy centre and towards the cabin. Not wrong in the obvious way. Wrong in the kind of way that made my skin crawl because the world outside looked untouched, as if none of it had happened at all. The road stretched ahead in pale silence, cut through trees that stood still and indifferent, their branches barely moving under the weak night wind. No blood on the path. No screams. No smoke thick enough to stain the sky here. No silver-covered beasts ripping through people. No open mouths shouting in terror. Just the soft rumble of the car, the low growl of the engine, a

she said softly, awe and nerves tangling together, “no more hiding.” Behind them, the road stretched long and quiet. Ahead, light and truth waited in stone.

Russell nodded, understanding clear, “I won’t waste it. Not this year… not ever again.” She gave no answer, slid inside, The engine roaring, the road their guide. But this time, as the car pulled away, He didn’t follow. He stayed. Not as a shadow. Not as a threat. But as something waiting For what comes next. The road stretched long beneath soft light, No storm to chase, no need to fight. Yet silence lingered in its wake, A fragile calm that felt… too fake.