Far Cry 5 Close Encounters Novels & Stories

As he ran, Caio had to update Adam on what was happening. “They took her,” he said breathlessly, his voice broken by the sprint. “What?” Adam slammed his hand on the table and shot up from his chair. “I need to try to catch her. I’ll call you back,” Caio replied, hanging up so he could focus on running. He pushed himself harder, trying to intercept her at the elevator, but when he got there the doors were already closing. He punched the metal door and raced toward the hospital stairwell, figuring they were heading down to the parking garage.

Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them? “You two! Check that side!” Voices echoed from the yard. They were closing in. I snapped back to myself and tore down the mountain path as fast as my legs would carry me. Back in the city, I flagged down the first cab I could find and went straight home, to the place Melissa and I once called home. My steps froze when I pushed open the study door, it was filled with monitors, all displaying live feeds of the estate. Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen.

No matter how vivid a story once was, it would eventually become a part of the past. I closed my eyes. This time, the image that came to mind was no longer of Julian's clear, cool eyes on that snowy mountain.

" Fury boiled up in me. I hurled my phone aside and wailed. Through the curtain separating my bed, a hand slipped over, pressing a packet of tissues into mine. A timid voice followed, "Don’t cry, miss. Your stomach will only hurt worse." I pulled back the curtain just as the door opened. A man, who appeared travel-worn and was holding takeout, rushed to the bedside of the girl next to me. She frowned, scolding him, "I told you not to come. All that networking must be exhausting. I’m fine. You should rest."

With the help of the lightning flashes, I hit record, zoomed in, and captured the license plate. On the screen, I saw the man toss Dorothy into the back like a piece of luggage. My heart jerked violently, pain stabbing with every beat. Then, I shifted the camera and caught another scene. Chester's assistant stood by the van, handing the leader a thick envelope. The moment the recording ended, it felt like my insides were burning. "Hang in there, Dottie… Mommy will save you. Just wait a few more hours, okay?" I watched the van disappear into the rain. I didn't chase it and throw my life away. I knew, for a fact, that I needed power—someone who could crush Chester and make that van stop.

Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me. I used her arm to wipe some sands on my face. Her arms are quite chubbier and sturdier than the last time I hold it. It keeps on vibrating on my face as if Farren is giggling, but I can’t hear her snorting or scream in high pitch sounds. “Keep still, Farren,” I requested. “Uhm, auntie?” Farren called. I heard Caleb laugh at the background and Ciri giggling. “What?” I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face.

Mom is seriously ill. It was late after dinner when Aunt Cristy and I were cleaning up, when the doorbell rang. I looked at her, and we both looked at the door. "Ale, please open it," she said as she went to the kitchen sink to bring the utensils we used. I slowly walked to the door. When I opened it, someone I never expected came into view. I was stuck to where I stood. I froze while staring at the figure that I hadn't seen for a long time. I did not know how to react. It was six years already since I last saw my father. He had changed physically, too.