Dr Trager Outlast Novels & Stories

“I truly required to listen that.” His companions seem tell by the vanquished tone in Talon’s voice he truly wasn’t kidding. Claw looked up at them. His eyes were frequented and dim. He really didn’t know how much longer he may keep it up. “I’m not going to make it,” Claw whispered, his hands trembling. “I don’t think I’m getting out of this alive.” “Don’t say that!” Gage snapped. Draco gotten Talon’s bear and shook him as Leo took a step back, shaking his head.

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

"It's about getting laid." "There's more to life—" Logan and Parker spoke in unison. They paused, turning to look at one other with wide eyes—causing them to die in their game. Both cursing when they looked at the screen again, all to see their characters being slashed to death by the killer. Jason stared at them oddly, eyebrows furrowed. "What the—" He blinked frantically. "Maybe you guys are meant to be." —

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.”

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.

“Emily, last night all I could think about were our childhood memories. “You helped me with homework, I stood up for you in fights… “Summer… she kept complaining about the pressure, afraid she wouldn’t get into a good school. “I was confused and stupid. That’s why I did such a terrible thing.” His eyes were red, his tone almost pleading. “Emily, I know I hurt you, but I swear, the person I’ve truly cared about all along has always been you. “Even if we can’t be lovers, we can still be best friends, right?” “Finished?” I asked coldly. “If you’re done, give me my ID.” Jason froze, surprised that his heartfelt confession met only my indifference. Just as he was about to beg further, a sharp fem

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 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.