No One Gets Out Alive Novels & Stories

I whispered into the empty room. [Why did the stream cut out just now?] [Alison's dead? How did that happen? And why's her skin missing? That's so scary!] [Out of the original six, only three players are alive… And how is the pick-me girl still here? It makes zero sense. Also, why is Lonnie going to the GM's office? Dude's digging his own grave!] [Wait, why is the pick-me girl following him?] "This is the GM's office?" Lonnie muttered.

"No one leaves. Everyone stays. Until that fire burns out. Until those bodies turn to ashes. Everyone watches." The crowd freezes. Bodies locked in place. No one can move. No one can run. No one can look away. I hold my boys tighter. Zev is crying against my chest. Lucan is staring at the fire with wide eyes. I try to shield them. Turn their faces away. Cover their ears. But they see. They hear. The fire burns. The bodies turn to ash. The crowd watches. I watch. Kael watches. The sun sets. The fire dies. The night comes. And still, no one leaves.

Everyone held their weapons close, ready to put our lives on the line. Explosions and gunshots kept coming from above, and the sound of the walls collapsing was deafening. The ground seemed to tremble under the force. On the fourth day, the noise abruptly stopped. We gathered nervously and stared at the door to the underground shelter. It slowly opened to reveal an exhausted soldier. "The wave of zombies has been dealt with. You can all come out now." Everyone cheered, and we slowly filed out of the shelter. The air outside smelled of gunpowder.

MICHAEL ¿Quién tiene el control del juego? A single damn "Take cover!" was all it took for hell to break loose. The sound of those guns firing felt endless. Until it wasn't. An infernal silence followed, and no one dared to break it. It's one thing to be the butcher—and a whole other to be the poor damn deer in a massacre. That's exactly what this was. —Are they gone? —someone nearby asked. I lifted my gaze to look. They had vanished like fucking rats. The murmurs and groans of pain didn't take long to rise. Obviously, the ones near the windows, pressed against the edges, were hit the worst.

Noah was pale and weak. Blood covered his shirt. “I think I’m dying.” “You’re not dying,” Mira said calmly. “That felt medically inaccurate!” Then Tess and Jax appeared. Tess immediately collapsed sobbing. Jax looked like he fought a war. Everyone stared at each other. Alive. Barely. Then the white screen appeared above all of them. MISSION COMPLETE. Nobody celebrated. Nobody had the energy. Then new words appeared. And every face turned pale. ONLY HALF OF YOU WILL SURVIVE THE NEXT PHASE The ground beneath them began to crack open.

My room had sealed windows, soft corners, no mirror, no lock, and a camera that watched me without blinking. A nurse stayed outside all day. If I sat up, she asked what I needed. If I stared too long at the window, she stepped closer. If I closed my eyes, someone came in to check whether I was still breathing. I had never been so trapped. I begged the Program in my head. “End it for me.” 【Isabella, I do not have permission to terminate your life. After mission failure, you must complete the exit yourself.】 Even death had rules.

“You wanna get out? Go. No one’s gonna stop you.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. We’d seen what they could do. Just like zombies, they would eat anyone they saw. I could still hear the screams echoing in my head and see the bloodstains on the walls. The room fell silent again, everyone exchanging uncertain glances. I felt hopeless.

One evening, almost a year after Mira came, suddenly fell throughout the house the power off. Just for seconds. But when the light returned, the door was open at the end of the hallway. A gap wide. No one had touched her. All the children died immediately. Noah stood up slowly. I automatically grabbed his hand. Kai looked at the door. Not scared. Thoughtful. Then he said quietly: “Everybody wants to get out.” The air got cold. Not bad. Sad. And from the darkness behind the door something slowly came out.

"Stellan! Stellan, you're awake! I knew it! I knew you weren't dead!" She whipped around to face me, her expression twisting into something vicious and triumphant. "Elara Renworth! Your plan just fell apart! Stellan's awake! He's alive! Just you wait. The moment he gets out of there, he'll throw you out like the garbage you are!" There were more thuds, louder now. The lid of the coffin shifted, pushed from the inside, and a gap appeared. A pale hand reached through the opening. Stellan Montclair was alive.

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"