روايات وقصص ضمن Four Or Dead

"No, there are only four of us surviving, I killed one of my stepbrothers accidentally, My Parents are Dead, It's only four of us" "No, It appears to be five". "What does that mean?". He asked. "One of them isn't dead Shane cos I feel only two dead connections".

My eyes widen in horror as the scene unfolds—a twisted backdrop that feels more like a dream than reality. There, in the dim light of the room, are the four men, but they are not as I had imagined. They’re not standing, not even moving. Their bodies are slumped in various positions around the room, lifeless and pale, their eyes vacant and staring at nothing. Blood pools beneath them, the rich, dark red stark against the cold floor, soaking into the expensive carpet. They are dead. They are all dead. I try to breathe, but the air is thick with the scent of iron, and my chest tightens in response. My mind struggles to comprehend the gruesome sight, the reality of what has just happened here.

The line went dead. --- End of Chapter Forty.

The other four white people were there too with some scattered dead bodies. To be continued.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

he even said so many hurtful things to him that Zayn couldn't hold back anymore so he attacked him. Due to the attack Four...."V "What Four? continue...." G taking a deep breath V spilled the tea "Four actually died on spot!" A hard gasp escaped Gigi's mouth as questions came running inside her mind "Bu..But Four is alive!" G "Yes...he is alive because of ZAYN!"V "I don't understand V please make it clear i mean how?" "When the doctors said that Four was dead. Zayn couldn't forgive himself let alone asking you for forgiveness. He knew you share a close bond with him so he did something brave as well as stupid. He....made a life contract!"

“We have vastly underestimated our opponent. Leave with me or die here tonight.” “I don’t understand,” I say stubbornly. A fog seems to have settled in my brain; the whole situation has taken on the cast of dream, of nonreality. “Dead,” he says loudly, startling me into the moment. “As in not breathing. Ever. Again.” His words are a punch in the jaw; I’m reeling from the impact. Four other men, all trained paramilitary professionals like Gray, dead. I look back at the boat, where everything is still dark, where there is no movement or sound. It’s a ghost ship. Panic starts to undermine my sanity.

Taylor watched the one still alive twitch on the floor. “How much blood did we give that one?” Kip asked. “I think he got 100 milliliters.” Taylor said, grabbing a notebook at the desk and flipping through it. “Yeah he got 100. Room four and seven did as well.” Taylor confirmed and then glanced at the camera to room four and seven. “Well four and seven are dead. What's different about this one?” Kip asked out loud, leaning over the control board staring into the camera. “He was a college student like the rest, he was in his early twenties and played football. The other two were the same in age but not into sports.” Taylor said, reading over his notes.

he greeted, and my heart sank. “Looking at you, I'm scared that you won't get out of here alive because you look so weak. People stronger than you have been here, and only their dead bodies were taken out of here. You have two choices to choose from right now. One of them being, committing suicide right now, and the other one would be to go in there to lose your life here,” he told me.