Left For Dead One Novels & Stories

“Then be rest assured that your brother is dead.” **********

"Fred Presley, what is wrong with you! It isn't April Fool's or Halloween! Why are you fooling around?" I clutched my waist, looking at Rosa getting mad. Disappointment washed over me like a cold bath. Rosa left me to fend for myself. She did not come back to pick me up. If I was not a Wolvesmith, I would have died. I saw black and fell to the ground. Before I lost my consciousness, I saw Rosa looking anxious. I feebly thought to myself that she surely wasn't worried about me. I was going to leave in two weeks, anyway. It did not matter anymore.

“She's dead, there's no pulse.” “We're back to nothing.”

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Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

I removed the knife as she gasped and boom, Dead! “Goodbye.”

Broken through the center. Adrian moved beside Elena. “Lower your weapons.” Commander Blackwood looked at him. His face lost all color. “Adrian Blackwood.” Adrian frowned. “You know me too?” “You're supposed to be dead.” Subject One laughed bitterly. “That sentence is becoming very popular.” The commander's weapon snapped toward him. “And you…” Subject One raised his hands. “Let me guess. Also dead?” Commander Blackwood stared. “You never existed.” Subject One's smile disappeared.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

"There's no one in this world who wants him dead more than I do." Everett went still.