Hunter Survivors Mga Nobela at Kwento

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

I dug my heels into the horse’s side and raced forward. By the time I reached the gates. The sharp metallic scent of blood had already reached me. I dismounted before the horse had fully stopped. my gaze swept across the camp. The newly bult shelters still stood. Thank the heavens. “Your Highness.” A captain said, hurrying towards me. “Report.” He bowed. “The attackers set fire to the food tent. Most of the rations are gone.” He hesitated. “Two refugees were killed.” I closed my eyes briefly, releasing a breath I had not realized I was holding. “And our men?”

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

The ten thousand survivors started to scream as their hands began to flicker and turn transparent. We hadn't just won a war. We had accidentally deleted the world.

Seeing they were bloodied and disheveled, I suddenly saw what Vanquish saw. We’re a dying breed. Precious few since the plagues. And we had just murdered a great number of our own kind. But these frail men and women at the edge of the camp looked nearly starved and hadn’t budged to pick up armaments all the while we were fighting. They’re not NightHunters. They were just villagers before they’d been raided and taken over. They looked helpless and resigned. I could imagine the things they were thinking. They’d barely survived the raid by the NightHunters.

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

Chris’s POV Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cover how I am feeling right now. We have traveled three quarters of the globe and destroyed many hunters. I feel like I should have some guilt over this but I don’t. These are the scums of the earth. We ran into some hunter camps that had scientists working on humans. Labs were in more than half of the camps. Humans caged in cells smaller than a bathroom. Speaking of bathroom, they only had a pan to use as theirs.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

The group consisted of people from all walks of life—families with young children, elderly individuals, and those who were unable to escape due to various circumstances. All this while, the survivors had maintained their vigilance, living in constant fear of being discovered by the werewolves. They had fashioned makeshift beds and designated areas for each family within the warehouse, ensuring everyone had their own space. Food supplies were rationed carefully, and they relied on their limited resources to sustain themselves. In the corner of the warehouse, a small girl named Lily clutched her favorite teddy bear tightly. She had seen horrors beyond her young years, and her innocence had bee