Dr Trager Outlast Novels & Stories

Breaking the hold, he had on me with his stare, as I looked back over my shoulder at the pack doctor now moving towards us, trying to hold the wince of pain inside from doing so. Alpha Gunner cleared his throat, as if see me had affected him too, before he says to the pack doctor, “My trackers believe they have found where they took Trina.” “That’s great news.” The pack doctor says to him, with a questioning look on his face, before Alpha Gunner then says to him, “We believe she too has been poisoned, and I am going to need you to come with me.”

Tracking Travis ended up being less difficult than they would have imagined. It turned out he was a straightforward sort of a Vampire. He basically seemed to stick to Highway 89 as he approached the Crazies and there were plenty of accounts of seeing a suspicious character, as well as the body of one elderly drifter that never made the evening news.

I say as I leap back to my room. Kim's bite on my leg is really strong. All my wounds have healed up, including my legs, but the wound on my arm will take days to heal. Tomorrow is the ceremony and I still don’t know what to do. My father never listens to me. My phone rings and I ignore it. It rings six times. The seventh time, I decide to check the caller ID. 'MINE' it says. Shit! Nala has been calling. It rings again, and I pick it immediately.

We are still us. When they finally broke apart, the world returned, survivors gathering, voices rising in murmured thanks and reverence. But for Soren, the outpost, the fire, the cries—it all blurred into background. The only truth was Travian, here, alive, with him. Travian leaned his forehead against Soren’s, his breath warm and unsteady. His eyes half-closed, voice quiet but unbreakable: “This isn’t the end. But as long as I breathe, we’ll see it through. Together.”

He asked, but before I could answer. "No, it wasn't them" Charlie said, waking up. She wanted to sat up and Jax immediately helped her. "What did the doctor said?" She asked. "The doctor hasn't comeback yet—" "Thank you Jax and Aria, but I don't want to waste more of your time. You can go home now" Charlie said and smiled. "No, we'll stay here until you get better" Jax insisted. Charlie sighed. "Jax, I'll be better. I'll go home later"

He had strong, muscled legs. Draven, I need to stitch it. Where is your doctor? A man walked inside. I’m here; I will finish this. Thank you. I sat on the chair watching him as he stitched. Draven's face turned to me; his eyes fixated on me. Emily, his hand reached for mine. I hesitated, but since he lost blood, he won’t remember this. Alpha Draven is almost over…Then I looked at the doctor as he nodded. They carried him to his bedroom.

"Can we trace her through the drive?!" Julian staggered upright, clutching the silver drive like a talisman. His eyes were stunned, voice hollow. "The routing logs are wiped, Christian… but there’s a hidden directory—a live GPS tracker." I limped closer, heartbeat thudding as I stared at the drive pulsing with red light. It was broadcasting somewhere deep within the U.S., far from the coast. "Where’s it heading, Julian?" I asked, cold dread squeezing my lungs. He swallowed. "It’s… a secure medical compound outside Geneva, Switzerland, Sierra. Registered under an old company called The Lazarus Initiative."

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

Father just smiled, patting my shoulder softly. “I need you to relax, let's not rush anything for now. You have enough time to learn about yourself.” I nodded softly, forced to agree with his counsel and advice. “So, tell me about your trance,” he urged. Ralph adjusted, his ears keenly focused to hear what I had to explain. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, ready to spill what I found hard to believe myself as real. “I was attacked by a dark being, and somehow I overcame it.”