Chapter 5 Hatchet Novels & Stories

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

"She'll have to accept the new reality sooner or later." I had no idea how long the apocalypse would last. Besides, the casualty rate of children was extremely high during the apocalypse. I would never stop Joyce from finding out how cruel this world had become. Once Joyce finally calmed down, Emmett and I began checking the doors and windows. Then, we started counting the supplies we had. When we heard the sounds of a car screeching to a halt outside the villa, Emmett quickly grabbed a rifle and moved to stand behind a window. I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously.

Oh by the way, the one who made the bamboo kind of hut is Blake. END OF CHAPTER 48

Near the end, pain seemed to live in every bone of my body. When the pain became unbearable, I opened the calculator on my phone and tallied how much I had saved. Every time the total crept upward and the gap in Adrian's hospital bill narrowed, I found enough strength to endure one more day. Hannah looked sick as she continued. "That clinic was later raided for illegal human testing. My family's medical foundation helped coordinate emergency transport for the survivors, and I went with one of the teams." "That's where I saw Grace Carter. She was barely conscious. She had listed her grandmother as her emergency contact, so the authorities had called her too."

There, nestled amidst the towering trees, stood a humble hut, smoke billowing from its chimney into the night sky. Relief washed over me, a tidal wave of emotions crashing against the shores of my weary body. For a moment, the pain in my abdomen was forgotten as joy coursed through me. I had found it—the place I believed to be Elara's hut. I vowed never to make such a risky journey anymore. With cautious steps, I approached the hut, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The faint sound of crackling fire reached my ears, and I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest.

"We need to find some weapons and some food, and then we have to keep moving." The stranger nodded, he was still too shaken to speak. Matilda pushed open the door of the cabin and led him inside, her senses on high alert. The place was dusty and deserted, with cobwebs and debris scattered throughout. But as she searched through the rubble, Matilda found a few useful items – a rusted hatchet, a couple of knives, and a stash of canned goods. She turned to the stranger, holding out the hatchet. "Here," she said, her voice firm. "You take this. We might need it."

Christian gave a gentle smile. I overheard Catrina saying her gratitude to him in that hushed tone. I gulped, and it was excruciating. I felt a sudden surge of anger, causing my claws to elongate. I restrained myself, ensuring that none of them would perceive the change in my emotions. Gradually, crimson droplets cascaded from my palms. ***** Zeke. After eating a simple meal for breakfast, our team continued on this exciting journey of hunting monsters. We decided to take a quick breather right before dawn to alleviate our exhaustion.

We had weathered the storm, emerging stronger and more resolute in our pursuit of a harmonious supernatural world. As I looked upon the faces of my pack members, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. Our journey had been fraught with challenges, but we had never wavered. We had proven that, together, we were capable of overcoming even the most formidable obstacles. With a sense of accomplishment, we turned our attention to the future, knowing that our work was far from over. Chapter 105 had taught us valuable lessons about the fragility of unity and the constant need for vigilance. We were prepared to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that as long as we stood united, we would prevail.

Hannah got up each morning to a panoramic, ringside seat looking out over mountains and forests, and a hundred-plus miles of pure visibility. Unfortunately, running water was limited. Her bathing choices were stream, pond, or go dirty. The pond was already choking up with algae as the water levels dropped further with each passing day, so Hannah headed for the stream. After losing her radio—and Cole, a little voice in her head said—falling asleep had been hard. She’d have to decide if she was hiking out tomorrow to pick up new gear or if she wanted to sit tight for a couple of days and hope base camp figured out her dilemma. Maybe a little cold water would clear her head, make things clearer

shake my head. “Mm comin’, too.” Her expression scrunches with distaste at the idea, but seeing my condition, she eventually huffs. “Fine, but don’t slow me down too much.” “Hiking gearrr…in my trunk. Keep up. Fine.” “Hiking gear?” Once I get myself together enough, I turn my car on and drive it off the road. Then, we exit and I pop the trunk, pulling out some equipment I used. Rita watches as I take off my sneakers, replacing them with hiking boots, and put on my hiking pack. “Hmm. Quite the hiker.” “M’not.” “Then what’s all this?” “Thought Alex was hurt. Disssappeared. Wolf attacks. Search parrrty.” Rita doesn’t say anything else until I close the trunk, directing me to follow her into th