Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

The other hand left his mouth and snaked to the door and gave it a light shove, exposing enough light for only him. Jumping inside the room, Nathan plunged the gun out in front of him, looking for any movement. Everything seemed to slow down as my heart pumped in my head louder than the gunshot would be. -

Bodies on the floor around him. Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand. She ignored it. Sandro came back ten minutes later. Two of his men followed him into the room, Dante and another she only knew as Rocco. Both looked grim. “Full lockdown,” Sandro said. “No one in or out without my word. Phones stay on silent. No outside calls unless I approve them.” Dante nodded. “Already done. Cameras are on every floor. Street level is clear for now.” “The video?”

Double taps. For thirty seconds, the hallway was a meat grinder. Blood painted the white walls red. Finally, the last monster fell, twitching. [The Dead End] Silence returned. Heavy, panting silence. Sebastian leaned against the blood-slicked wall. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Harper checked her ammo. "Two rounds left. We can't do this again." "We won't have to," Sebastian looked at the elevator at the end of the hall. The light was red. [ LOCKEDDOWN ].

"Welcome to Zenith, Patient Zero. We have been waiting for you." "Eliana!" Baraka shouted, pulling his ruined trench coat over his mouth and nose. "Stop the vents! Shut down the system!" Eliana was already at the console, her fingers flying across the ancient, mechanical keyboard with desperate speed. But her hands were shaking violently. She coughed, a wet, rattling sound, as the white vapor swirled around her knees and began to rise. "I can't!" she cried out, her voice tight with rising panic. "The lockdown is hardwired into the analog sub-systems! It bypassed the digital mainframe the moment it read your DNA in the air filters. It’s an automated capture protocol!"

The feed from the external cameras filled the screen. Sophia. She was there. Standing on the sidewalk across from the building, hood partially up but the cameras catching her face clearly for several long seconds as she stared directly up toward our penthouse windows. She lingered longer than before, almost taunting, before slipping away into the crowd. My blood ran cold. Lily whimpered in Damon’s arms, sensing the sudden shift in the air. “New lockdown,” Damon said, voice turning to steel. He was already on his feet, Lily in one arm, phone in the other. “Full protocol. Now.”

Damon asked quietly. Before Donald could answer, before any of us could say anything else, my phone started ringing. I frowned, pulled it out of my pocket, and answered without checking the caller ID. “Damian,” Simon’s voice came through immediately, tight and filled with urgency. “Turn on the news, right now.” My spine straightened instantly. “Why? What happened?” I shot at him. “There’s a lockdown at the Ends Elderly Home here in the capital,” Simon quickly replied, not wasting a second. “Some armed men are holding everyone hostage while claiming that they have a bomb.”

His hand stayed wrapped around hers, his body hunched close, every muscle coiled like a spring. The door creaked. Grim stepped back in, his cut hanging heavy across his broad shoulders. Behind him, Ghost and Tank. Hawk followed last, his usual smirk replaced with something cold and sharp. Rhett looked up, his jaw set. “What’s this?” Grim’s gaze swept the room, then landed on him. “Lockdown.” Tank moved to the window, blinds snapping shut. Ghost leaned against the far wall, pale eyes fixed on the hallway like a hawk. Hawk stationed himself at the door, shoulders squared.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

"But as a commander, I must always look for the operational variance. The dawn lockout happens at exactly 6:00 AM. What happens if Saed somehow manages to overcome his own incompetence? If he guesses the manual baseline cipher before the clock hits zero, our vanguard will walk directly into a live fully automated turret line with no cover." Anna turned her head slowly, a cold, elegant and thoroughly lethal smile spreading across her lips as she looked up at the Lycan Commander. "He won't guess it, Liam," Anna said smoothly, her voice dripping with an absolute unshakeable certainty that sent a thrill of anticipation through the room. "To find the manual baseline code for today's specific date