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--------------- I just let the pain take over me, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind. - the ghost in the mansion. --------------- Dolores couldn't help sweating from her forehead, how could a normal person be calm knowing their death was tomorrow. But Dolores controlled herself, she needed to be stronger than ever. Sadie knew this place was weird, but she still brought them here without telling them anything about it. Dolores could understand that Sadie thought capacity size is of a peanut, but Marcel's actions just made her wordless, even though they were never friends with Marcel, he could still watch them die as if they weren't human but ants.

Not that Johnny could do much from an infirmary bed. Wincing, the male undid his seat belt and forced the driver-side door open, cool late winter air piling into the truck the moment he did. It helped blow away some of the last traces of fog from Lucas’ mind and he carefully stepped out of the truck, frozen snow and shattered glass crunching under his boots like gravel. He could only hope that there was signal out in the middle of nowhere so he could call the team closest to him for assistance.

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

The real challenge was keeping them in your hands. Everyone would be watching our resources like starving wolves. Without the strength to hold on to our supplies, we were as good as dead. Once the funeral ended, Sharon instantly dropped the grief-stricken act. A mocking smile curled at her lips, as if she were silently telling me that this time, in the apocalypse, she would be the one lounging around eating snacks and drinking soda while watching others struggle to survive. I remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the provocation in her eyes.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

The teenage cashier stumbled through the mud beside Evelyn, breathing so hard he sounded injured. “My mom’s still in the city,” he gasped. Nobody answered him. What could they even say? Civilization always died in layers. Phones first. Power next. Then people. The survivors finally slowed inside a shallow clearing surrounded by towering evergreens dripping rainwater from black branches overhead. Everyone looked destroyed already. And this was only the first night. A middle-aged man stepped forward suddenly. “We should go back to the highway.” “No,” Evelyn said immediately. The word came too fast. Too certain.

The facility erupted in flames. The evolved infected were destroyed. The Apex was thrown into the air. It crashed into the ground. I ran. Through the flames. Through the chaos. Through the death. I reached the edge of the forest. Adrian was waiting. "Scarlett!" "I'm okay." "You're not okay." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I looked back at the facility. It was destroyed. The evolved infected were destroyed. But the Apex was still alive. It rose from the ruins.

I was betrayed and left alone to die. I was lonely crying at night calling for my mother to save me; calling my brother to save; calling my father to save me but no one came to help me. Slowly I was dying from inside; all I wanted to do was to end my life. A life where there was no light for me; no hope for me; no love and care for me; no support for me. I lost the hope to survive; I lost the hope to live a happy healthy and normal life. Everything around me was dark but still there was something in me telling me to fight; to stand up for myself.

They climbed the vertical shaft for what felt like an agonizing eternity, their muscles burning, until Lucian violently kicked open the surface hatch. The biting, negative sixty degree wind of the Siberian night hit them like a physical wall as they emerged onto the completely barren permafrost of the crater. A hundred yards away, Sterling One sat flawlessly on the ice, the heavy engines already spooling up. They collapsed onto the frozen ground, their chests heaving violently as the adrenaline crash hit them like a blinding, physical drug. The absolute zero of the arctic was lethal, but they had completely survived the apocalypse. Lucian didn't wait to reach the jet. The feral, possessive r