Alien: Isolation Guide Novels & Stories

I mumbled I say pick up a small rock and narrow my eye to see clearly the floating a little thing. I am so sure that she is the one who removed all the marks that I did because who would have come in a secluded and forbidden place other than the two of us? Not unless anyone dare to trespass this place without the order of the elders. Still, I can't find someone in my mind that can have courage to do that other than the two of us "Emrick, make sure to aim a real good spot, okay?" Lhana mumbled as she cheered on me on how I tried to aim at the little thing that's floating, well in short that's the elf

It is narrowing focus. On us. Dylan looks at me, and there is no hesitation in him now. “If it thinks you are the origin,” he says, “then you are leverage.” “I am not leverage.” “You are to it.” Another vibration. Closer. The red floor lights flicker. A new message overlays the live feed. ISOLATION INITIATED. “Dylan,” I say quietly. He looks at me. The pulse reaches the adjacent buildings. They go dark instantly. Our tower remains lit.

“… then I must see him.” Halden did not argue. “Very well, Alpha. Let us see the baby.” Yoren and Halden stepped out. They walked through the long, sterile white corridor ahead. At that hour, the corridor lights were dimmed due to night mode, but the isolation area was bathed in a sterile white light. Meanwhile, the faint beeping of a heart monitor could be heard echoing from behind thick glass. Halden stopped in front of a red door marked: RED SHIELD – LEVEL 4 ISOLATION Authorised Personnel Only'. He tapped his ID card and the scanner verified it.

Dropping it to the floor, she grabbed another, reloading quickly as more soldiers stormed the room. She could hear Alexander’s shots, but there was no time to waste. With a deep breath, she launched herself from cover, charging toward the center of the room where the remaining soldiers were converging. The sounds of combat filled the air, but in the midst of the chaos, Isabella could see Tamsin’s eyes. They were focused. Determined. And then, finally, Tamsin hit the final key. A single line of text appeared on the screen: Lazarus has been isolated. Core systems are offline. Blackwood’s control has been severed.

It looks like junk left to rot. I kneel beside it, tearing away the frozen overgrowth. The rust flakes off under my gloves, revealing the steel hatch beneath. Manual lock. A heavy combination dial that feels stiff with cold. I pull out my phone, shielding the screen’s glow. The code Isla showed me from her mother’s letter. 42-18-88. I grip the dial. It grinds, metal on metal. Right to 42. Left to 18. Right to 88. The internal tumblers catch with a heavy click. The hatch releases, popping up an inch.

The night before, Isa handed her a handwritten note: “Turn after the third fence, between lights three and four. The hole’s weak. The bunker entrance is seven degrees clockwise from guard post C. You walk in slow. Upload your face code from me at the terminal. Be quick.” But Catalina felt weak when she cracked the fence and felt the breeze of cold steel. The compound guard didn’t greet her. He didn’t stop her either—two minutes of nothing before he shouted. Flashing lights. Sirens. She froze behind a rusted steel shipping container, breath loud in her ears. Footsteps approached and retreated. Someone shouted in Romanian. She didn’t understand. She raised her hands. Her stomach churned—faint

“We have the House. You get to just be a body for a few days. That’s allowed.” I pressed my hand to his shoulder. He didn’t pull away. “Go,” he said. On the way down, I passed the rehearsal corridor. The boards creaked like they remembered. That room still smelled faintly of her. I stood outside until I could walk again without reaching for the door. At the north wing, the isolation door waited. I laid my palm on the scanner, entered the code, and chose Seal. The system chirped once. The fans inside started automatically. The lights dimmed to dusk. I stepped through and let it close behind me.

Summer replied, bringing her gaze back to Dorian wondering why he was telling her to look around the woods. "Now close your eyes Summer, clear your mind and allow it flow freely like a calm ocean, take a deep breath and open your eyes" Dorian instructed. Summer closed her eyes and did as Dorian instructed as she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Still trees" She said looking at Dorian who sighed and moved closer to her. "I'm just gonna do this one time, so watch carefully and learn" He muttered as he closed his eyes and when he opened them, they were as red as blood and he saw beyond what humans eyes could see.

“But you said three days. So we figure it out in three days.” He nodded. Once. And the lights went out. Emergency lighting kicked in. Red. Low. The door locks cycled. Heavy. Final. Antonio checked his phone. “Comms are down. We’re dark.” Dominic looked at the two men on the floor. Then at me. “Welcome to Directive 9.2, Aliyah.” “Is this how it started for your mom?” I asked. “Locked in? Lights out? Leo on the other side?” “Yes,” Rosie said. “Except she was alone.”

"The twenty-four-hour lockdown protocol remains active. You will not leave the residential corridor without an armed escort." She didn't answer. The silence behind me stretched for five agonizing, heavy seconds before the soft scuff of her slippers signaled her departure. She walked away from the island, her long, slow strides carrying her back toward the deep shadows of her bedroom hallway until the heavy oak door of the guest suite clicked shut, leaving me entirely alone in the dim gray light of the Seattle dusk. By 11:30 PM, the corporate sub-levels of Ambrose Tech had achieved total, hyper-focused isolation.