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He uses the mirror to get an angle where he can see the husk but it couldn’t see him. It was near, dangerously near. If Kenneth and Peter ran back the other end of the aisle, this husk would see them before they reached it. He needed to dispose of it now. Pulling out his knife, Kennet waits for the husk to get close. The two of them go still as they see the husk’s arm go past the aisle. When its head is about to see them, Kenneth hears his radio come to life. The husk screams in response but Kenneth was quicker.

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

I smiled just thinking of her. Slowly, I breathed in and out, trying to manage my panic. I was not dead yet. Slowly but surely, my shivers died down. I was positive my ankle was broken. For once, I was grateful for the ability to see in the dark. I could even make out the walls around me. Shelves lined them, stuffed with boxes. I was beginning to suspect this was one of those underground survival hideaways. Perhaps there was a weapon or something in those boxes that I could use to get out of here. I needed to scoot closer to find out. Plus, I hated that he could see me so clearly while he remained a black outline above. I took a look at the chair I was shackled to and received my first bit o

You must survive. My eyes shifted to the left side of the cabin and I could see the first rogue start to break through the trees. Passing the cabin without stopping, I jumped and attacked the first rogue. We both were thrown by the sheer momentum of my run as we collided. I want to push them further away from the cabin but it looked like it was too late for that.

By the time we were done and taking stock, Sawyer stood on two feet and it was more than obvious he was barely able to do so. With great strain on his face, he bent and picked up two guns. He fired both into the door until they were empty. Which wasn’t long.There would be a third gun somewhere on the side of the house we’d have to get it later and use the bullets. No werewolves should have guns, let alone silver fucking bullets. There were three heartbeats inside the cabin and one was certainly a female’s. It was only another second before the realization hit.

Looking around, she tries to free herself once again but the tongue tightens itself around her ankles causing her to moan in pain. She looks at the chain saw which falls from her hand when she hits the ground. Emily quickly carries the chain saw and puts it against her leg, it cuts the tongue of the monster. The monster cries out in pain and moves back a little. The tongue wiggles on the floor like a worm, Emily wastes no time in stomping on it with her sneakers. She carries the chain saw and splits the monster's stomach open as the gut splits out if it, the blood splashes on Emily's face and makes her look dangerous.

Survival is a directive, not a choice. "I'm not... your tool," I hissed, the words tasting like copper and dust. I slammed the titanium shard into the crack between the concrete slab and my trapped arm. I didn't have the Sovereign’s juice, but I had the adrenaline of a dying animal. I heaved. The bone in my shoulder shrieked, a sickening pop echoing in the small pocket of air. I didn't stop. I pushed until the slab shifted just an inch—enough to slide my arm out.

My subconscious argued again, this time reminding me I could have awoken in an incinerator. I sighed, holding my rod tightly, as I looked for a path down the pile on which I stood. My eyes began to flood again and I shut them tightly. I had cried enough. Now was the time to survive. After limping for hours on end, I spotted a cabin in the woods downhill and joy and relief tore through me. I was severely dehydrated, hungry, and my skin had turned crispy red from the heat of the sun. It didn't matter if a serial killer lived there, I would wrestle him for a chance to feel at home even for a second.

The Fight to Survive Through the raging storm, we surfaced near the one intact escape raft, clinging to the edge as Vanessa hauled us aboard, her face bloodied but fierce. “They’re still coming!” she shouted, firing at two closing drones. Kyle, drenched and breathless, fought to reactivate the navigation system. "Systems down... GPS dead... no backup!” The Endgame Begins Suddenly, the main holographic console flared to life, piercing the dark ocean night. Through the static-filled signal, Natalia’s face emerged, scarred but deadlier than ever. "You’ve run long enough... I’m coming for you.” The signal cut out... And then, from the dark ocean beyond,...

The terrain was rough and heavily treed. We followed the carnage the SUV caused on its way down. There it was, on its flattened roof, hugging the edge of a cliff. Seith took a key fob out and cut the engine, therefore cutting the gas supply. Risk number one averted, but I didn’t know how we were going to get the doors open without the force sending it off the edge. “Soree!” I hollered. No answer. “Umi, we’re coming,” I hollered, but she was too young to be relieved. It only made her cries more frantic.