All Of Us Are Dead Book Novels & Stories

A glaring exclamation mark appeared. Clara had already blocked me on WhatsApp. When I returned home, the apartment lay in complete darkness. I did not turn on the lights. I walked straight in and sat down on the cold floor. If I cried in the dark, no one would see, right? I opened several bottles of alcohol and drank recklessly, trying to drown myself, hoping the numbness of liquor would dull the pain. Clara hated the smell of alcohol on anyone. In front of her, I never smoked or drank.

His attitude changed though once he found out ice cream was involved. We could have driven but the air felt cool and inviting so we decided to walk to the ice-cream parlor. We ordered and sat at a picnic table. “Guessing dad filled you in. I’m sorry it sucks for all of us but especially you.” Jason said breaking the silence. I could tell he was serious and he felt bad for me. “Not as bad as dad. Either way he loses. He either dies or our Alpha dies. Then what?” I shake my head at the clusterf*ck this had become.

Death. Everyone was about to die.

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

were bodies. All dead.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

I shake his hand. The light shines on both of us who are standing in the middle of the dead bodies of the other characters who were dead because of our retarded act. “Wait, they are dead?! What have we done anyway?!” “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Well, it’s part of your mistake actually.” “Then, what do we do?” Alfi asked worriedly. “Don’t worry.” I pulled my book from my jacket pocket and start writing something on it. “RESET!”

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

We're all equal, even when others try to tell us otherwise. The End

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.