Novel & Cerita Mortality Walten Files

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"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

“She wiped it.” “But she couldn’t wipe everything,” I said. I went to the physical filing cabinets. Fourth floor. Section D. Year 2022. I opened the drawer. Empty. My heart sank. Then I noticed something. A folder misfiled in the wrong section. Not under R. Under M. “Morrison.” But the date matched. My hands trembled as I pulled it out. Inside were partial records. Vitals. Nurse notes. Medication logs. But no final cause of death.

He just mouthed two words: Help me. I backed away, my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. I stumbled into a small, side room to find it was an office filled with the hum of a computer and stacks of paper. I moved to the desk, my hands shaking as I flipped through a folder. Sales records. Quantities of wolfsbane that could kill an entire pack. Names were crossed out in red ink—people who hadn't made it. Beside one name, a note was scribbled in the margin: Possible viability for the Alpha Prime experiment.

I chuckled when he started nibbling and biting in the same area. "Don't, I'm still sore from last night," I mumbled softly and he shrugged and said bullshit. I turned and started to tickle his sides and he busted into hearty laughter. A knocking sounded at the door and we both sat up and yelled enter. Fernando rushed in and lowered his eyes as he spoke. "Miguel has killed Destiny because Mira was barren regnigging on their deal and is being hunted down by the Hybrid Corpse Seekers. Mira has already been caught and destroyed, I'm sorry Rai," he stated solemnly. Rai frowned and sighed.

X-ray machine. The screen beeped. Paper only. No metal. No powder. Willa cut the tape. Inside: one envelope. Cream. His handwriting. She didn’t open it. Elma did. `Willa, He died at 47. You’re 23. He got 24 years you won’t. Use them to watch your back. Patient men don’t forget. -J` The room went quiet. Elma read it twice. “Math.” Willa: “He’s counting down from 47.”

She looks back at the file. “W-17 walked out.” Marcus’s expression changes then. A small tightening around the mouth. The first real crack. “We left.” “Through a door?” “A service gate. Backup power failure. Ninety minutes.” “Convenient.” “Planned.” “By you?” “Yes.” Maya holds his gaze. “How many walked?” “Thirty.” “How many made it past the second week?” His answer comes flat. “Twenty-nine.” She does not say she is sorry. The apology rises automatically, soft and useless. She stops it at her teeth.

It's impossible", I said it mentally. But what if there's another person who knows the security code of this office? I set aside those thoughts because as much as possible I don't want to doubt Walter. He is my brother's best friend and most trusted employee in META. But maybe, it's not wrong to ask him why there are no files on my brother's personal computer. Maybe Walter was observing me all of the time so he approached me and asked if there's anything he can do to help me. I told him about the empty files and why Reid did not set a password for his personal computer. Walter told me that two days before the accident, Reid asked him to transfer all the files to a flash drive and removed the

That was what he told her; she thought he was sleeping with an old woman but the truth was worse than a taboo. "Mom…mom…Are you there?" Frank asked. Ireen quickly wiped her tears, "Yes… I am here. You said….you have been sleeping with Marcus's wife?" "Yes… he used to drug her so that..." Frank tried to explain but could not get the words out of his mouth. His throat was feeling a little numb. Irreen covered her hand on her mouth, as tears began rolling down her cheeks. "I…am…dying, mom… I am dying," he whispered.

Gideon’s POV I looked at the medical file, and the words written in it were sharp and straight to the point as I continued to read it. Cause of death: wolfsbane ingestion. I read it once, twice, a third time. The letters blurred but not because of my eyes, the words were written perfectly but it was because of my fury which clouded them. My hands crumbled the file unconsciously as I tried to control my breathing. Wolfsbane again.