Romans & histoires Infested Salvage

Ines turned the tablet around. A city-wide warning scrolled across every screen. PROJECT SALVATION: PHASE II INITIATED. Liora felt the blood drain from her face. “Phase II?” Ines nodded grimly. “She’s just getting started.” Varian holstered his gun. “Then so are we.” The vault burned behind them, the hill glowing with the cost of the night. The Marcelli were gone. But Edda was only beginning. And survival—true survival—was about to get much more personal and expensive.

"They live in the mud. And you can't format the mud from Switzerland." "The mud is an unauthorized encumbrance on the balance sheet, Mr. Thorne," the baby whispered through my own ears, her tiny fingers suddenly locking around my throat with a cold, terrifying strength that threatened to crush my windpipe. "If the population cannot be verified by the morning clearing house, the infrastructure is classified as abandoned. The warships outside aren't firing at the people—they’re simply reclaiming the real estate for the next iteration." "They'll have to reclaim it from me first," I choked out, my right hand releasing the child's shoulder to grab the silver-plated terminal housing beside the tan

But Camila didn’t want to listen and now she’s paid the price. “What are they going to do when they figure out that I’m the one who put the silver in their drinks!” she whisper yells at me. I look at Aaron, Nathan, and Penelope. The six of us, including Camila, had planned to take over the pack when Kieran went feral. We were going to be the new ranked members of the pack. Yeah, we helped Samson out a bit. At first it wasn’t as impactful, but as he got weaker and more out of control, the silver we were lacing his food and drinks with impacted him more intensely. It was easier when we could get Samson to sleep with one of the women. He'd be distracted and we could slip silver into his drink e

Or the metal of the door blocked his sounds. Sal moved through the littered darkness of the basement. He couldn’t find her scent, which invaded his SUV for so long. This place wasn’t better than the Lich’s den. He’d crawled through enough of blood and gore that last night of battle. The mines were a mass grave in the making for the misguided lost who followed Lich’s false promises. The Lich’s victims walked in expecting rewards. What they became were lambs to the slaughter. He’d sacrificed them to his army as food and spare parts. The Lich pieced together the corrupted monstrosities from parts of his victims and followers.

We turned and ran to the others, leaving the dark walker's broken body to rot in the darkness. Our surroundings lay in ruins, a desolate expanse of blood-soaked realm. The air reeked of smoke, sweat, and the acrid smell of burnt home. The once-green grass was now a morass of mud, churned up by the relentless tread of boots and the screams of the fallen. Bodies lay scattered, some torn apart by dark walkers, others burned beyond recognition by Lycanthropic dragons. The ground was slick with blood, pooling in dark, glossy lakes that seemed to stretch on forever.

It was war. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thunder rolled outside, distant but growing closer. And somewhere beneath the earth, in the reawakened halls of the Salvador Foundation, a pair of eyes opened under cold blue light. Dr. Adrian Salvador whispered into the darkness: “Initiate retrieval of both assets. It’s time to finish what we started.”

he replied. "Now don't ask any questions," he instructed as I nod, following him down to an underground tunnel which leads to a prison. "A knife won't do," he mutters and proceeds to give me the swords he had on him. "There are six omega rogue wolves in this cell, your job is to kill them,"he said, finally informing me on why I was here. "Rogue wolves are wolves that lost their pack due to a violation of their pack code. As time goes on they become wild and test for blood," he explained.

"Thanks to your... dramatic intervention in the Atlantic, the atmospheric suppression is gone. We have comms. We have sunlight. He pointed the laser at the Red Zone in the South. "But the infection remains. The rain has stopped, but the groundwater is poisoned. The flora is hostile. And the population..." He clicked a button. Images appeared. They were drone shots of Southern villages. The people weren't statues anymore. They were moving. But they were moving in perfect unison. Digging trenches. Building geometric towers out of mud and bone. "They are the Hive," Ironwood said. "Millions of them. They are building infrastructure for a ghost." He looked at Leo. "We cannot reconquer the contine

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

If her uncle trusted the human enough to legally take under his wing then she trusted him enough to not question his judgement. Auxilia wasn’t just a guest house, it was Neutral Ground, meaning that all ghouls who wanted to pass on and eat dead human flesh only when necessary, come here for their stock ups, some come here for shelter, others rented and lived here. The point was, the whole place was a ghoul sanctuary. That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’.