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By the time she finishes her last mission, she will also leave the quarters, and whatever happens next will be her problem. Johan couldn’t answer. With Alice’s situation, there was nothing much they could do to help her. He doesn’t even know if anyone else would be willing to help her after the incident with their group. Clarisse became famous for being the only survivor in that massacre, but she wasn’t really proud of it, while Johan still regrets that he wasn’t there for his comrades.

They died too early. Even some people who made the list in her previous life might've been unlucky this time and died early in the outbreak. They might not even be alive anymore to create another miracle. In this world, nothing was guaranteed. Still, anyone who had made that list had done something truly insane. In Hayley's memory, Lone Wolf Jim was a true solo operator. He never teamed up with anyone. If someone got too close, he would kill them on the spot. He first became infamous three years into the apocalypse. A small base sent out a team on a mission. They encountered Lone Wolf Jim and tried to approach him. After warning them once, Jim wiped out the entire team.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

he supported me. “It’s going to be alright, Helena. I am still here.” I glanced at him. “Yes, you are.” I glanced toward grandma’s room. “She isn’t.” On the washing line her outer robe I had washed still hung there, moving slightly in the wind. “I just lost the only family member I had left.” I glanced back at him. “Nothing is ever going to be alright.”

He heard Beverly hesitate before the door clicked closed again. "Damn women," he muttered to the empty room. *** Abbey wandered aimlessly around her apartment. She tried to eat an apple but threw it away after one bite. She wasn't hungry. She turned on the television but the daytime programs were dull. She opened the doors to the balcony and sat in a deck chair, opened her book and tried to read. She closed it again with the bookmark on the same page. Maybe she should try to get more sleep. She'd barely slept a wink all week and she felt like a zombie.

He died when I used the last mark. And who is left? The survivor, Cale said. The one who fixes vacuums and eats burnt toast. Elion smiled. I like the survivor better. I do too. He has better benefits. Benefits? Pie, Cale said. And you. He stood up. I am going to destroy the drive, Cale said. What? I am going to take it to the garage. I am going to use the drill. And then the hammer. And then I will dissolve the fragments in acid.

Blood spouted continuously from Ben's mouth, and within seconds, his life slipped away. Just like his father, mother, and grandmother, Ben chose to end his life right in front of me. Just like them, he decided to leave all the despair to me alone. Just like that, I held my belly and watched helplessly as Ben took his last breath. I pleaded with him, but he could no longer answer me. I cried until no more tears would come. I knelt on the floor like a lifeless doll, heartbroken beyond words—and terrified. This was because the secret Ben told me was truly horrifying.

He had held me tightly, shielding me from the bloody carnage outside, whispering that he didn't want me to see the horrors of the apocalypse. Now that I stood outside the door, I realized—his head had been turned toward Lina the entire time. The moment we reached the safety base, Oliver insisted that no survivor should be left behind. The rescue team had to go back. They didn't refuse. They pushed through their exhaustion for a second trip. But the virus spread too fast. By the time they arrived, Lina had already been devoured. Oliver hadn't shown much of a reaction. "Well," he sighed, as if hearing about some nameless casualty, "it couldn't be helped. May she rest in peace."