Last Of Us: Outbreak Day Novels & Stories

“How’s everything going today? Did you save any lives?” “If it turns you on, then yes. Though everything I’ve done today was prescheduled, so no one was in danger. And Bobby…he’s back to his old self. Bugging nurses and begging for pain pills. What about you? Did you finish the Batmobile yet?” “You can’t rush art. But I did find a flaw in the system for another part of the project that has to pair with what I’m working on, and I’ll just say the people we’re making this for were really impressed. It was their guys who messed up.”

"What now?" "Now, the city is chaotic. If this outbreak spreads, we would be in the midst of the apocalypse!" said Mike seriously. Jake fell silent because he felt that what Mike said was true. "I don't like to think about it. Have you ever watched the film 30 Days of Night?" Jake diverted the conversation to a much more random topic. Mike's brow furrowed in astonishment. "What do you mean?" "I just watched that film a few nights ago because I was staying up late when my baby was sick."

The first sign of trouble appeared on the satellite feed at 7:32 AM on the twelfth day of the apocalypse. Clara was in the middle of her morning workout, her body glistening with sweat as she moved through a brutal series of combat drills, when the proximity alarm blared through the bunker's speakers. She froze mid-strike, her heart hammering against her ribs, and sprinted to the command center.

Zoe glanced at the look on my face and retorted, "You and your antics. It's supposed to be Seamus and me. You're going to be the third wheel. I didn't get a ticket for you." I was the one who was blocked at the entryway as my ID was denied access. Johnny glared at Zoe. "I can't believe you forgot to get his ticket!" Zoe seemed stunned as well. "I thought he'd gotten his himself." "You shouldn't just assume things! The train's arriving in 15 minutes!" It was supposed to be an argument. However, to everyone who wasn't blind or stupid, it clearly looked like a couple's banter. "I'll get you a ticket right now. It's alright, Seamus." She quickly whipped out her phone, but all the tickets were so

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

“If the day comes when this thing forces us to choose between saving the world or saving each other…” I didn’t let him finish. “We’ll find another way.” He smiled faintly. “You always think there’s another way.” “There has to be,” I whispered. Because the alternative was too dark to name. ⸻ By morning, Gia had news. “The third lockpoint just activated.” Zach and I were in the war room within minutes. The holographic map hovered in the center of the table, lines of code pulsing like veins. Gia pointed to a flashing mark on the screen. “It’s broadcasting from outside the city limits — the ruins of the old Veronin estate.”

The atmosphere inside the hall was no longer earthly — it was war. “Everyone evacuate! NOW!!” Lyon’s voice tore through the chaos, hoarse and commanding, as he shoved Union members toward the exits. His eyes burned with urgency as debris and frost slashed across his face. “Carlos! Jessicah!” he barked, “Contamination Plan Delta— activate the gun! Now!!” “What are you saying!” I shouted, stumbling against the whirlwind, eyes wide. “You can’t be serious—we can’t unleash that here!” “We don’t have a damn choice!” Lyon snapped, grabbing me by the collar. “The Lords have fallback routes! That thing doesn’t! We end it here—or we let it wipe everything out!”

Erick patted the side of the sofa next to him again, "I'll explain everything to you." "I should have trusted Jack Wild from the start, not you!" Erick got up from the sofa, pulled Angel's arm a little roughly so that the girl clung to him. "Never mention that werewolf's name in front of me, and everything he said was wrong!" "You still want to deny it? Even that night, Outcast, your orders almost killed me and mommy!" Angel snapped, his eyes starting to shine sharply. Erick took a deep breath, his hands changed to gently wrap around Angel's waist. "The Outcast was made by Rose. At first I didn't even know. I immediately stopped what I was doing when I found out about the childish actions th

We continue with small talk until he asks the question I've been dreading. "How's the pack?" I tense and take a deep breath in as stress floods my body. The meetings we had coming flooding back to my mind. "It's still not looking good. The rogues are back and they're stronger than ever." My dad lays back and looks to the ceiling. "Dad don't worry about it. I'm handling things. I was just in California and Oregon meeting with some other packs to help us out. I got a woman named Victoria to come back with me. She was captured by the rogues and managed to escape. She heard a lot of things while she was there and wants to help us out," I let him know.