Meet Me At Dawn Novels & Stories

A text from an unknown number. I know the final truth. Meet me at the grave. Dawn. Come alone.

“Let’s begin the meeting, then. The target place we are about to loot is this mall. I know you’re all familiar with this place—Star Mall, which is at the heart of T City. Since the number of zombies in this city has not receded over the years, only a few groups dared to infiltrate it. Most of them even failed. Why are we trying to enter? Because I received an order from the mayor himself. They promised me a hefty amount as payment if ever we managed to loot a lot of things. As to why I am so confident, it’s because I received intel that the level-3 zombie lurking in T-City has finally left, destroying the zombies’ absolute control of the city. Since their king has left, zombies also began to

he replied “Get ready? It's 5 am in the morning, Nathan, and I haven't even packed my stuff yet,” I said, getting out of bed. “I asked the maids to pack your stuff, just take a bath and meet me downstairs” “We are going for dinner this early morning? Dover is just an hour away from New York; why do I have to get up this early?” I complained. “I want us to chase Dawn together,” he explained, smiling proudly. “what? Chase dawn?” I asked, crunching my nose in confusion. I have no idea what the hell he's talking about

Instead, I was staring at the clock, waiting. Just before midnight, my phone vibrated with a coded message. Short, simple, and demanding: Meet me at the Watchtower. Midnight.

She gave me that same glare-smile when she spotted me looking. “I have a meeting first thing with Logan this morning,” Dawn said. “Some of us prefer to be early, rather than to show up at the last possible moment.” “Right,” I said through clenched teeth. At the end of the hallway, I quickly placed my things on my desk and then moved to intercept Dawn before she could walk in on Logan. “Allow me to announce you,” I said. That was my job as an assistant. Dawn crossed her arms, but she did stop.

I explained briefly, still trying to hold back my tears. “I'm here for you, okay? You know what? Let's meet up tomorrow morning at the Blackwood Garden. I'll meet you there at dawn!” Bryce pointed out, making me give his decision a quick reflection. “The garden? No, Bryce… people would see us and…” I was going to say, but he cut in again.

'Please don't ask me about them,' I pleaded silently. He didn't, thank Goddess. Instead, he asked, “What time?” I looked at my wristwatch. “An hour and a half from now, maybe. Would that be ok?” “Let’s make it 7 PM. Would you like me to pick you up?" "I... I could meet you," I replied hesitantly. "Ok, then. Let's meet at the Chroll's diner. 7PM,” he said. I nodded in agreement. “Cool. See you then.”

“ Alright then, meet me at Sheraton hotel by 9 am in the morning , I will be expecting you” The following day , Melanie sat in the back of the black Mercedes, her fingers holding her purse so tightly that are knuckles turned white. She stared out the tinted windows as the city lights blurred past. Each passing second felt like a countdown to something she wasn't ready for. She had known this moment would come, the moment Desmond agreed to meet her.

Just as long as they don't hit the right chords, I'd be fine; ecstatic even. But then again, too much won't be good, and I have proof of that. My Aunt decided to set me up with Matt. And Allen, the ever generous alien, had called the person mentioned immediately, telling him that the gang planned to meet at Bob's Café in Lacson Street by four in the afternoon. So basically, despite my outward protest and insistence that I couldn't meet up with him, I had no other choice. At precisely 4, I was fairly seated outside Bob's Café, defying my Aunt's insistence that I should stay inside to not ruin my powder-y face with sweat.

“I’m in a small city called Swanville, California. Head to Elon Trust Enterprises when you arrive and ask for me.” “Dam, dude, this must be fate. I’m only an hour away from there.” Said Daren, very excited about meeting his buddy from the military. “Okay, can you make it for around zero-seven hundred this morning? The General will be meeting me then.” “No problem, seeing it’s still five in the morning, dude; why so early?” “Get your lazy ass out of bed and be ready for zero-seven hundred at Elon Trust.” Blake hung the phone and smiled, shaking his head. As lazy as he was, he was just as committed.