And Then There Were 4 Novels & Stories

"Good." Adrian shook his head. "No." Silence. The room stiffened. Daniel already knew. There was always a catch. "There were forty-three people." Nobody spoke. Adrian swallowed. "When we arrived..." His voice weakened. "There were only six left." Amara looked horrified. "What happened?" Adrian looked toward Michael. Michael answered quietly. "They forgot each other." Nobody moved. Nobody even breathed. Michael continued. "The synchronization events are accelerating." He pointed toward the screen. "The survivors remembered fragments of altered histories."

"Me too, buddy. Me too" Silently, promising him in my head I'll always try to be there for her. *** It's been a four hours now. Cole and I've basically turned the whole house into a fortress. With walkie-talkie's and our Nerf guns in our hands. Only difference is we're just trying to kill an anonymous villain who's basically nonexistent. "Alpha C to J, there's someone at the door, I think. Please check", I hear Cole's voice break over the walkie-talkie.

Why are they four now? Could it be..... Oh no!

was unfolding in a stream of grainy, black-and-white data. "There were four," Jinyan repeated, his voice hollow, a ghost of a sound that seemed to freeze in the air. He looked at Panni, his eyes searching hers for a denial that wasn't coming. "Annie, that’s impossible. My mother... the records... there was no mention of a fourth."

This was the last day of the two-week deadline of which I was set to be erased. Thinking of how I would never again see my family and friends from the other world, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. When blood suddenly poured from my mouth, Natalia and the other three rushed over and held me in panic. "Luc, we'll take you to the hospital right now! You're going to be alright!" Just as I gently pushed them away and calmly prepared to face death, several familiar figures came running toward me. It was my mother, my sister, and my friend from my original world.

Then, a soft chime. The clock struck four.

At the bottom of the page, beneath all four names, someone had written a final message in red ink. Three remain. One dies tomorrow. Choose carefully.