Broken Edge No Shelter Novels & Stories

There was some kind of security issue at the shelter. "Yeah, but we're not all together," I replied, getting to my feet and walking to the edge of the rooftop. I stared out over the burned-out city and the devastated landscape beyond it. It felt as if the wind itself was whistling. Strange sounds drifted through the air, and they were not just growls and groans. Yesterday, we had been living our lives normally. Today, our throats were aching for something as simple as a drink of cold water. "What do you mean you're not all together? Did you split into groups and send some people to the center?" he asked.

The nauseating feeling clung to me like a foul odor as I hurried outside, desperate to put as much distance as possible between myself and that cesspool of filth. But as I stormed toward my car, my mind consumed with escape, I collided with someone. “Watch where you’re going!” I snapped sharply. The person stumbled back, muttering an apology, but I paid no attention. I was already halfway to my car. As I reached it, Marco opened the door and I slid inside. Finally in a safe space, I immediately sanitized my hands, letting the scent of milk and honey soothe my senses. How do people survive in such places?

Jia asked casually. "I, Samuel, and Layla are non-military hunter with custom licenses." Frankie pointed to his coworkers and replied. "Brandon, Bonnie, and Creed there, have military issued licenses." Holding a normal conversation, all of them covered for a distance of 60 km. They reached the edge of the inner circle of the Shelter. Not to mention that there were multiple Shelters in the Glitch, but they were too far apart from each other.

The urgency to return to his family fueled his determination to conquer the challenges presented by the island. The shelter took shape—a humble refuge under the island's stars. It wouldn't replace the comfort of their shared den, but it offered a sense of security amidst the unfamiliar terrain. The night descended, enveloping the island in darkness, and Jamal huddled within the shelter, his thoughts returning to the complexities of the journey ahead.

Luna stumbled and fell due to the tangled undergrowth that had wrapped around her feet. "Oh, shit," Luna muttered, attempting to free herself from the entangled bushes. She then gingerly touched her knees, which stung from the thorny parts of the plants. Afterward, she looked ahead again, but the grandmother's figure was no longer visible. Luna glanced around, realizing that she was surrounded by tall trees and dense foliage. She wondered how she had managed to venture so far into the forest when she had only taken a few steps from the beach to enter it.

I didn't want to get hurt right now I really just wanted to run away from it all. "I need to take a shower." I said letting my body shake as I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and turn on the shower water and letting tears escape my eyes. I reached in the drawer and grabbed my razor blade wanted my pain to desperately go away. I sat on the floor and and tightly grasped the blade trying desperately not to do it. "Don't do it Kat don't self harm again. You don't need a relapse!" I kept saying to myself over and over again. But Jack just puts me through so much!

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

She's decided everyone needs to die. "Kiddies, kiddies," Cosway shouts and pulls against the rope Beck is holding. We aren't in a forest neighborhood at all. At one time, this was a prime corporate center from the amount of glass fallen and the gutted tall buildings. I hear a small noise, and Cosway pulls again. "Hungry," he says. I see a small area ahead that's been turned into a shelter. There's even a potted plant by the swath of material that's used as a door.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

I personally have spared with her since returning, learning a few new techniques from the three-hundred year old wolf who vowed her Loyalty to me the moment she saw me at the masquerade ball. “They are going well. We managed to clean out four of the six shelters completely and replace many of the furniture inside. Sadly, two of the shelters have fallen apart and flooded from the snow. It seems they were not sealed properly when they were made.” Abbigail answers, a smile on her face.