Novel & Cerita Last Of Us: Outbreak Day

After all these days surviving the apocalypse, they'd become completely dependent on his presence. "Hold things down here. I'll go ahead and scope it out. Once I've secured a place, I'll move all of you over," Ray assured them. No amount of pushing back changed his mind—his decision was final. The long night passed. The next day arrived—day 101 of the apocalypse, September 7th. Ray was just about to head out when his phone rang. A phone call? The only people who'd call him were either Celine messing around—or someone else entirely. He picked up. The screen read "Lucy Fraser (lawyer)."

I asked him. "Absolutely, Luna! I won't fail you this time," he promised, and I hung up the phone. Hopefully, he does as he says. I went straight into the bathroom and immersed myself in cold water. I needed cold water whenever I found myself extremely angry, but whenever I had peace of mind, I wouldn't be able to stand cold water, but would instead bless my clear skin with warmth. "You have decided to never leave me, Sunshine. You haunt me, so I will haunt you for the rest of your life. I hope you're ready for me because you haven't seen shit yet. I will end you before you know what's coming for you. You will never be a threat to that crown. No one will. Not even my brother. By the time I'm

But no matter how many times I did it still showed $67. With my hands suddenly shaking, I switched to my savings account. Zero. Then the emergency account I’d created when things with Caleb started getting serious. Zero. “No. No, no, no…” I whispered, grabbing my phone with shaky hands. My fingers flew over the screen as I hit speed dial for the bank. Jazz music played on the other end of the line. Soft. Unbothered. Completely opposite of the panic clawing its way through my ribs. A voice finally came on. “Thank you for calling. How may I assist you today?”

And then she collapsed. Her body hit the cold earth with a dull thud. Dirt pressed against her skin. Her lips parted, whispering nothing. Her eyes closed. The world vanished into darkness. The morning light crept gently over the mountains, brushing the forest with gold. Somewhere beyond the trees, smoke curled from chimneys in the village of Hollowbrook, a quiet human settlement tucked between the cliffs and rivers. It was a hunting morning. The elders of the village had risen early, carrying spears and slings, knowing that the full moon always stirred the creatures of the wild. They moved in silence, seasoned by years in the woods.

You, on the other hand, will end up begging on the streets for food! I didn't want to argue with a lunatic, so I turned and walked away. I focused on preparing for my wedding in three days. Meredith was right about one thing—the zombies were poor. I was worried they wouldn't even have money to get me a wedding dress, so I decided to prepare my own. To my surprise, Landon came to me the following night to deliver my wedding gown. That was my first time seeing him properly. He wasn't as ugly as the rumors made him out to be. He was only rather pale because zombies were nocturnal creatures that only moved around in the night.

Then—Aurora’s voice. “What did he mean?” I exhaled. And then, I saw it. A blinking red light on Gregor’s wrist. A transmitter. My blood ran cold. I turned to the others. “We have to go. Now.” Aurora’s POV The second explosion was larger. It swallowed the outpost whole, flames roaring into the sky. We barely made it out in time, our bodies covered in dirt and sweat. But we weren’t safe. Not yet. Leo leaned against a tree, breathing hard. “They won’t stop, will they?”

It’s now Friday and I’ve gotten the first week officially over with. I’m completely defeated by the bullshit every day has brought on. Today is the day I meet up with Chase. It’ll be nice to see a familiar face and to leave this god-forsaken place for a few hours.

I asked, accepting the bottle of water that Leonard offered me. Before Chris could respond, the chief scientist approached us. The plastic sheet covering his face behind the hazmat suit did nothing to hide the worry in his expression. “Alpha, Luna,” he greeted us, his voice muffled. “I’m afraid we need to evacuate the Packhouse immediately.” Chris’s head snapped up. “Evacuate? Is it that serious?” The scientist nodded gravely. “I’m afraid so. We need to contain this outbreak before it spreads further into town. We’ll be deploying the GMO fungus to combat the blight, but we can’t risk anyone being exposed to the spores in the meantime.”

"The men failed to collect our phones." "It is of no use. We can't contact the outside world, anyways. We must have been slaughtered and laid in the freezer by the time the cops will arrive... The sounds of sirens might even prompt the cooks to break our heads with their heavy spoons and pans. No! I do not wish to die like that."

The floor beneath them rumbled deeply— a warning. A fracture. A promise. Adrian’s grip tightened. “We’re leaving now.” Lilith continued, “—you’ll trigger a collapse. On both of you.” Emily forced her heavy eyelids open. “Then what do we… do?” Lilith’s gaze softened. Just barely. A flicker of something almost human. “You rest,” she said. “Both of you.” Adrian’s expression twisted. “You think we can rest in this hellhole?”