Midnight In Chernobyl Novels & Stories

The ambient music had been turned off, leaving only the low hum of the refrigerators. I quickly stood up. ​"Oh, I'm so sorry. W-What time is it?” I stammered while sliding my arms into the sleeves. ​She didn't quite understand the question, but she tapped her wrist where a watch would be. "Twelve o'clock. Time to go." My heart skipped a beat. ​Twelve o'clock? I was asleep for five hours? ​I walked over to the basement window and looked up at the street level. The storm had finally quieted down into a silent snowfall and the wind had stopped howling, leaving the Moscow streets buried under a serene layer of white.

TEN MINUTES UNTIL TOTAL FACILITY PURGE. The mechanical announcement echoed through the underground station again. Cold. Emotionless. Final. Red emergency lights flooded the tunnels like rivers of blood while warning sirens began screaming across Eden. The pale figures lining the tracks didn’t move. Neither did anyone else. For one long second, the entire underground world stood frozen between life and death. Then chaos exploded. “We need an exit now!” Ariadna snapped, spinning toward the tunnels.

The air inside the Koti Bypass tunnel was freezing, smelling of ancient dust, stagnant water, and damp limestone that hadn't seen the sun since the mid-nineteenth century. Rough-hewn wooden beams, black with age and rot, supported the low, jagged ceiling. As the team scrambled deeper into the dark, the distant, angry buzzing of the rising Chronomos drone swarm faded into a dull, muffled hum behind them.

“Tick tock. Midnight. Alone.” The stakes just got personal.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

The sound of crickets and owls from the surrounding forest at night was as loud as the frogs croaking during rainy days. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, slowly blown by the wind. It was almost midnight, three hours since Zev put Layla to bed. It had been that long for him to endure the soft whimpers coming from her. She would yap and yip some time then suddenly grunt. Like an adorable young pup she was, Zev tolerated her. But his patience had its limit. When Layla started nibbling on his bare chest, he was forced to push her away while kneading his brows.

the Captain blurts out, exasperated. “I want to see how the girl’s mind works,” Neumann murmurs, keeping his eyes on Mids. Midnight cocks her head to the side, her eyes squinting in thought. “I’m afraid that I need more information to solve this puzzle.” “Such as?” Neumann asks. “Such as…what is a coconut?” Midnight says, fastening her eyes seriously on his face. “And I need to know whether or not in can be used as a weapon.”

ADY It's almost midnight, but our town and maybe even other places still don't have power. Even though the storm was terrible, Granny's radio, which must have been around my age and ran on batteries, was still working while we watched the news. The storm has completely flooded many locations, making them unreachable. The storm didn't bring wind, but it did bring water and rain that didn't stop for 9 hours. I was on the bed, looking at the candle on the table next to me.

As always. She's now seventeen and her life seems to run out of light. She prepared herself. Energetic or not, she has to make it to school before it's seven o'clock or else, her teacher will not be happy about it. She eats a simple breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of instant coffee, she even saw a mice dart from behind the peanut butter jar. Not that she minds of course. She did before, but now, these critters were her only companions in her terribly dreary life. At last, after less than fifteen minutes, Kara is ready to get out of that dilapidated house and head out to where activity rules every nook and cranny of the bustling city. ****