Deadly Retreat の小説・ストーリー

"If not for you cooking in the dorm, Addy would never have died. Today, I'm going to make you experience what it's like to burn to death." Summer became as white as a sheet. Terence snapped his fingers. His men stepped forward to pick Summer up so they could stuff her into the crematorium furnace. She peed herself out of fright, leaving a trail of liquid behind her as she was dragged away. "It wasn't me! Jean and Michelle were the ones behind it! Please let me go, Mr. York! I swear I won't do it again! Please! No!" No matter how she struggled and screamed, the men didn't loosen their hold on her. Terence approached the furnace and pushed the button to send her inside.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

"If we don't retreat now, we'll all be killed." Ethan slammed a massive zombie into the stone floor, "Fall back" Ethan roared, his command booming across the valley like a wave of heat. "Retreat down the lower ridge!" The surviving soldiers moved with practiced military precision, firing guns and throwing flares into the advancing horde of undead soldiers to blind their lines as we scrambled into the vehicles. High above us on the cliff, a loud, mocking laugh cut through the blizzard. Alpha Richard stood arrogantly beside my treacherous sister, Sienna, watching our retreating trucks with pure, villainous glee.

The proud men who had marched before their banners, only moments before, were now retreating in disarray, abandoning formation and survival gradually became all that mattered. My Nightmare warriors gave chase, pursuing them across the border for several yards. Then I threw back my head and released a single earth-shaking roar. The noise of the thunder was like the thunder of heaven beating on the field of battle. Every wolf froze. Mine. And theirs. The retreat was unhindered.

A fully paid seven-day luxury trip to the Maldives was obviously way out of line. "My bad. From now on, company retreats are canceled. Holidays are yours. Do whatever you want."

The whole room has narrowed down to that sentence. Strategic population reduction. There are phrases built specifically so nobody has to picture bodies. Her voice comes out very quiet. "Cull." Terminology disputed internally. "Not by me." LUS does not answer. Maya's pen moves hard enough to tear the paper. ARBITER = modelled collapse + population reduction. DECAY = engineered pathogen. Containment not objective. She stops. Looks at the words. The shape of it is worse than she expected, and that irritates her. She should be difficult to surprise by now. Dying should come with immunity to fresh horror.

Fredrick warns. His words hit me like a slap. He’s right. Even if we manage to defend this shelter, if one of us dies... all of us die. And I’m the easiest target. Kael glances at me once before shifting into a gigantic gray wolf. His massive figure disappears into the darkness. Fredrick, Ash, and Damian rush out after him. I hear Damian’s wings beating through the night as he takes to the sky. Meanwhile, Fredrick raises earth barricades around the shelter.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

They looked terrified. "Mr. Vance! Mr. Vance, it's a disaster," one of them stammered. "Three of our biggest contracts just got voided. The clients all jumped ship to a firm in Harbor City. And the flagship software? It got flagged for violations and pulled from the market. We're looking at massive fines." "Mr. Vance, please," another begged. "You have to get Ms. Lane back. She's the only one who can fix this. Without her, we're bankrupt."