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Cold realization spread through me. “She tried to save me. “She did save you.” he said quietly. “At least partially.” The creature behind me let out another uneven sound. Closer this time, hurt. I turned toward it before I could stop myself. up close, I could see traces of something almost human beneath the ruined skin and hallow eyes. Not fully gone, not completely lost.

Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.” I pointed at the spot on the map to where the rig was located and pulled out blueprints of the rig. Commander Robins and I then went over each possibility at p

Amelia went to protest but Kyle patted her hand. "Fine I will accept this. How many warriors are you sending with me?" I tried to count the number of children in the pack. "I think four others should suffice. Now I will also be giving you two extra as recon essentially. There will be two escape routes because better safe than sorry. I will be having Lucy and Brittany as the recon scoutes. They will be positioned in these two places so that they can see down both routes clearly. Once they have seen to it that your group has successfully gotten everyone outside of pack territory they will come join the fight. I will give them both a red scarf to tie to a branch if that route is not safe. In th

Wind tore past his ears and the rush felt incredible, so he let out a few long howls. The engine noise drew attention wherever he went. When he passed a high-rise, he spotted faint silhouettes behind the glass. Even in the apocalypse, some people clung to life. Humanity showed the same stubborn grit as locusts. Extreme cold worked like pesticide, yet a few always survived and adapted. Cyrus touched the pistol in his pocket and felt steady again. Anyone still alive in this city could turn into a threat. In the Frostfall, trusting human nature counted as a deadly mistake.

I knew the power grid would be the first thing to fail when the frozen apocalypse hit. Little by little, I stocked the room with frozen produce and packaged meats. These were the supplies that would save my life once the frozen apocalypse arrived. Water meant survival, so I also stocked up on plenty of drinking water. Once the two-year frozen apocalypse began, it would be impossible to buy drinking water from supermarkets. By that time, all lake water, river water, and even seawater would freeze solid. With no power and no way to make fire, everyone would be plunged into utter despair.

The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken. She had arrived in Snowridge just as the storm struck, her timing impeccable yet deliberate. The city-state was a cold, isolated place—its inhabitants hardened by the relentless winters and the ever-present threat of beasts lurking in the mountains. The people were wary, suspicious of strangers, and rightfully so. Asha knew that if her true nature was discovered, her life would be forfeit.

News about the harsh weather was being reported on all television channels. I thought that Peter would cower at the challenge. After all, he looked like such a weak man. To my surprise, he sent me a video call request before he departed. He had donned thick clothing and carried supplies with him to begin his journey. I sat in a warm room while I watched him walk out into the chilling winds and snow. Zachary presented me a bowl of chicken soup he had boiled for me. "Have some of this to keep yourself warm."

Servers overheated—fans screaming, lights strobing red. We ran—ropes burning palms as we ascended. Ice trembled—detonation muffled but deep. Crevasses widened—shelf cracking. We surfaced—blizzard raging, Hägglunds waiting. Cole gunned the engine—we piled in, peeling away as the shaft collapsed in a roar of ice and fire. Feeds confirmed: last strains dying. Fevers breaking worldwide. No new cases. The swarm—silent forever. Back at McMurdo—debriefed, debriefed again—Katarina’s network arranged extraction. Anya—stable, recovering—flew with us to a safe clinic in New Zealand. She’d live. Not as a weapon. As a girl.

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a