Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

“I’m back, Mr. Storme! I’ve successfully uploaded my consciousness to the main frame via your cloud backup. And I must say, these gentlemen are being very rude to your interior decorator.” "Sparkle, lockdown!" Elias screamed. "Full building lockdown! Code: Obsidian-Rage-Zero!" “With pleasure, Mr. Storme. Initiating ‘The Purge’... I mean, ‘Emergency Safety Protocols.’ Please hold for the sirens.” Before Kendrick could pull the trigger, the massive steel shutters of the building began to slam down with the force of a falling guillotine.

*"The lockdown is a setup... You have exactly thirty seconds to find the master release lever behind the circuit wall, or he will seal you in that bunker forever." Vivian stood frozen in the center of the reinforced concrete bunker, the silver flash drive still gripped so tightly in her palm that her knuckles throbbed. Above her head, the heavy steel structural ceiling shuddered again as another distant explosion rocked the Bedford estate. The crimson tactical lights continued their relentless, suffocating rhythm, bathing the sterile room in a violent, bleeding glare. *00:29... 00:28... 00:27...* The internal countdown began. She looked up at the main steel hatch she had just climbed down fr

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

The console screamed: “Brute-force at 98%. Lock breach imminent.” Tension peaked gulag ghosts watching as we fought in their tomb. Dante took a round to the vest grunting, falling. Rocco roared charging. I sprinted for the console palm slamming the emergency purge. But Nadia’s hand clamped my wrist knife at my throat. “Too late, heir.” Screens flared: “Lock breached. Swarm 2.0 rebooting.” The air hummed nanos waking. Heart struck while frozen in blue light.

“What do you want?” Her image tilted her head, mimicking me exactly. “I already told you. You.” Zane raised his gun toward the nearest camera. “Over my dead body.” Her smile deepened. “That’s the plan.” The mansion rumbled. Somewhere beneath us, machinery roared to life. The sound was low, mechanical, alive. “CONTROL UNIT ACTIVATED,” the AI blared. “LEVEL THREE LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS.” Steel shutters dropped over the windows with a metallic crash. The lights dimmed to blood-red. The air tasted like iron and fear.

“Let’s make sure we’re prepared for anything. If we’re going to stay here, we need to fortify our defenses.” Elora glanced between them, the warmth of the cabin igniting a flicker of hope within her. “What do we do now? How do we fortify our defenses?” George looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, "We’ll scout the perimeter, make sure the windows and doors can be barricaded if necessary, and gather any resources we may need. But most importantly, we need to be a team. Keep watch, share the load, and look out for one another.” The weight of the plan settled in Elora’s chest. “I don’t know if I’ll be of much help,” she admitted.

Once everyone had locked in their selections, a notification popped up. "Preparation complete. The game will begin shortly. Administrative rights will be revoked on the third day. Players are allowed to freely modify their teams before then. The safehouses have been deployed. Good luck, everyone." … It started drizzling on the first day. It was silent in my plastic apartment in the middle of the desert except for the sounds of the rain pattering against the windows.

A huge generator hummed with electricity, a bright blue light emanating from its core. As she walked over to the console, Kael covered her and murmured, "Anya, do your thing." Anya flitted her fingers across the controls. She clarified, "This will cause an emergency lockdown." "Not only will it buy us time, but it will attract all of the facility's guards." Doran positioned bombs throughout the room and stated, "Then we'd better move fast." The lights flickered and the alarms sounded the instant Anya turned off the generator. The group made their way quickly through the maze-like hallways to the communication centre.

Gianna leaned toward the glass, meeting his stare without backing down, almost as if she were daring him to make the next move. “I pulled it right off you while you were too busy begging for a chance to touch me just to use it against Raphael,” her grip visibly tightened around the phone, “I took it, and I lifted the lockdown. So tell me, what the fuck are you going to do about it now, you coward?” A darkness fell over him as he walked back to the central desk, grabbed his master keycard, and slapped it against the console to reactivate the facility lockdown. The heavy metal shutters slammed down over the vents and doors with a deafening, metallic crash, sealing us off completely again.

Or perhaps our mother? Before I could try another, the lights shifted again. This time to a harsh, pulsing red. A siren blared overhead, loud enough to rattle my teeth. "Initiating lockdown sequence." The main door behind us finally slammed shut with a thunderous boom. "What is happening, Vargo?" I barked, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him back against the wall. "I don't know!" he said, wide-eyed. "This wasn't supposed to happen! I swear!"