No One Gets Out Alive Novels & Stories

When I woke up from the coma, the first thing I wanted to do was tell my family I was alive. Instead, I saw a message in the family chat. They had already landed safely. [What a miracle! Thank goodness our family stayed together through it all!] More than a dozen photos stabbed at my eyes. My parents, my sister, and my fiancé. They were hugging tightly like a perfect family. And I was alone in a foreign country, barely escaping death. My body was covered in scars, deep and shallow. The doctor said if I had arrived any later, I could've lost my hand.

And on every wall, written in dripping black ink, one phrase repeated again and again: I NEVER DIED. Noa’s breath hitched. “Oh my God” Alessio raised his gun again, every muscle locked. Outside, the wind carried faint laughter. Not a recording. Real.

“But keep in mind, Alex, in this game, no one wins — there’s only survivors. The door banged shut behind them, the sound of a shot. Alex was left with nothing but their decision, and the gravitas of it hung on them like a mummy’s shroud. They had the truth to deploy, but what would l it cost them? The storm was on its way, and with it a reckoning from which neither of them could hide.

It was recorded in the ancient scroll that there was only one way to crack this life-exchange formation. That was to swap the identities of the caster and the victim and restart the formation. Only in this way could the formation be completely broken. However, the price was that both participants had to die. In other words, even if Ethan had not killed Leo, he would not survive tonight. Ethan looked at me in terror and asked in disbelief, "So, you knew from the very beginning that I would die?"

“LUS.” Noted. Not logged. She looks around the warehouse again. Five people. One dying plant. Rules on the wall. The city ending outside. Against all reasonable expectations, it is beginning to look like something.

It meant the safe room had completely fallen. There were no survivors left. Everyone froze in place. The old squad member who had just been mocking us was the first to react. He stumbled forward and threw himself toward the cliff edge, staring down the mountain. "It's the Maximum Alert… The Maximum Alert! My wife and kids are still in there!" Julian's face turned ashen. His lips trembled as he stood there in shock. In the heavy silence, I used every last bit of strength I had left and looked at Quinton. "Do you hear that, Quinton? They're all dead… That's the sunrise you bought for Madeline with everyone's lives. Are you satisfied now?

The blood from his left arm was leaving a thick, dark trail on the concrete floor, but we didn't have time to clean it. We bypassed the main elevator and slipped into the service stairwell. Instead of going down to the garage where the mercenaries were waiting, we went up. The roof was our only option. I knew Zero had a secondary extraction protocol active, but with the communication grid fried, I had to rely entirely on my own tactical instincts. Every single step up the concrete stairs was an agonizing battle. Malakai let out low, grizzly grunts, his boots dragging as his body began to go into early shock from the blood loss.

she screamed. I looked at him. His head was injured. It was bleeding too. And the stomach. I couldn’t look at him. He was completely covered with bruises. I felt like I turned deaf. I couldn’t hear anything, everything was drowned out. And the picture became blurry. Everything was in slow-mo. I was shaking like an addict. I felt someone’s hands on my shoulders, then they cupped my face. It was Raf. He was telling me something, but I heard only echoes of my mind. They were telling me: “You will be alone. Nobody is going to be there for you. Lincoln is going to die…”

She squeezed his hands, "Please don't make this hard for yourself. Let me do this with you." "God, if you fucking die I'll resurrect you somehow and kill you myself," he exhaled sharply and she Chuckled nodding her head in agreement. "Remember, if it gets too dangerous, get the hell out of this place with the others. Don't worry about me, okay?" He cupped her jaw. She looked away, "We are all leaving together." "Melissa," he mumbled softly. "No Xavier, no mourners or heroes, and definitely no mother fucking Martyr in this story! We either all come out alive or we all come out alive. There is no other option!"

A knock at the door diverts my attention. "Come in." A nervous Chey pops through the door and onto my bed in one fluid motion. "Are you okay?" "Mentally, definitely not. Physically, I'll be fine. Have they said anything else?" She shook her head. "No. Camera showed nothing from what I was able to overhear. It was definitely foul play though." "That poor guy." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Do you think they'll release me tonight? I just want to go home. Please don't tell Marta, she will legitimately stroke out."