Last Of Us: Outbreak Day นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No doubt a million frightening thoughts of being roasted by the lightning while they were out here started to cross their minds. “I hate you all!” the boy screamed from the ground. As if to bring home his declaration, lightning struck again, this time it almost hit one of them. They saw it strike the ground close to their feet. The spell broke. The mob scattered, running in different directions as if their lives depended on it. There were only three people apart from Jason syi on the playground after the crowd had dispersed. The twins came to him and Duke. “Duke,” Jason called. He had difficulty standing, so he fell to the ground beside his brother. “Duke.” His voice was getting frantic.

he said, giving me a squeeze. … A little while later, Enzo and I were seated at a booth at the diner. The town felt as though it was returning to normal; the hockey team had done a good job of keeping the town secure, and many of the shops and restaurants that had previously been closed were open once more. As we sat, we looked up at the television that was mounted high on the wall to see that there was local news coverage of the rogue outbreak, and it seemed that more towns were fighting back. I had been so preoccupied with everything with Enzo and Selena that I didn’t notice at first, but Luke had in fact distributed some of the antidote to our surrounding towns. They distributed even more

Through the window, Jane watched soldiers funnel civilians toward a waiting coach—families, the limping and the ash-streaked, all herded under floodlights. “Where are we going?” she asked, voice small under the engine’s rumble. “To the safe zone,” Zak said, eyes forward as he rolled into gear. Jake leaned between the front seats. “How come we’re not infected?” Zak shrugged. “Guess you’re the lucky ones.” Up front, Linda tapped on a rugged tablet. “Outbreak window is forty-eight hours,” she said, not looking up. “Patient zeros at a nightclub. Containment failed. We’re still mapping clusters.”

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

In a position to protect the Canopy with war on the horizon……. Be their eyes and ears on what would become the front lines. Have the opportunity to hold the lines just a bit longer if I could find the cure. Defeat the demon that took his real sister and so many others. The outbreak is moving south, and Honorah’s good will missions are all that have granted us any sort of grace. Father says it’s not the world that changes, but……

A faint blue screen floated right in front of my eyes: [Apocalypse Hoarding System Activated] [Countdown to Global Sub-Zero Event: 59 Days, 21 Hours, 59 Minutes] [Initial Spatial Storage Unlocked] [Current Task: Liquidate all non-essential assets and hoard maximum survival resources.]

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

"Ms. Tyne, I'm begging you. I'll do anything! Just don't dismiss me! My dad's already been fired. My family will kill me if I'm expelled!" I had no interest in wasting more time on him. "It's fine if you don't want to sign. Someone will come and throw all your belongings out of the campus later. It'll only get uglier from there. When you leave yourself no way out, it'll eventually come back to bite you. Think about it." Arlo collapsed onto the ground, completely broken. He lay there on the floor, tears spilling out of his eyes as he stared at nothing. I returned to the stage to formally close the board meeting. Then, I looped an arm around my father's as we left. "Dad, I'm sorry for what hap

I saw him twitch, struggling to rise, but his arms flailed weakly for salvation amid the inferno. Pressed against the reinforced glass, Evelyn and Laura beheld the truth. No swap had occurred. Hank was truly burning. Their screams pierced the sterile air, jolting the staff into wide-eyed alarm. Evelyn hammered the furnace door with frantic fists. Laura latched onto a worker's sleeve. "Shut it down, for God's sake!" The staff member blinked, assuming overwhelming grief. "Ladies, he's at peace now. Please, compose yourselves. This uproar won't bring him comfort in the beyond."

The night sky over the city was blood-red, illuminated by the flames devouring the Foundation’s headquarters. Smoke rose like dark towers into the clouds, and the distant wail of sirens echoed through empty streets. Nathan, Alina, and Lara crouched behind a broken concrete barrier on a nearby rooftop, surveying the chaos. Alina’s hands were still shaking from the fight, the stolen USB fragments clutched to her chest like a lifeline. “He’s… he’s already inside,” she whispered, eyes fixed on the inferno. “Dorian moved faster than we thought.”