Novel & Cerita No One Knows How Far It Goes

Was the distance between those two states really so vast? My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. A message from an unknown number. Unknown: You think he chose you. He didn’t. He just redirected. My heart lurched. I stopped walking, causing a man behind me to sidestep with a muttered curse. Another message came through, rapid-fire. Unknown: Ask him what he does when people leave.

Tired of pretending the holidays didn’t take every insecurity I owned and amplify it by ten. The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Not really. Just that I needed space. Somewhere, I wasn’t being watched. Somewhere, I didn’t feel like a progress report. Somewhere I could exist without explanation. I reached for my phone again. I wasn’t planning anything dramatic. This wasn’t a breakdown. This was a browse. A harmless scroll. Completely reasonable behaviour. I opened a travel app. France appeared almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me to admit something.

"We need to get through this fast." "How far does the Dead Zone extend?" "Unknown. Could be miles. Could be dozens of miles." Which meant we might be trapped here for days. And judging by how quickly the wolves were deteriorating, we didn't have days. Jamie stumbled past me, muttering to his dead sister. Another wolf was having a screaming argument with someone invisible. A third had gone completely silent, staring at nothing with empty eyes.

“I don’t know how to reach it either.” Ariana nodded slightly. Then walked away. This time, Oliver didn’t follow. He just stood there. Watching her leave. Not losing her. Not keeping her. Just realizing how distance can grow even when no one chooses it. And somewhere beneath everything they didn’t understand… something continued observing how closeness slowly reshapes itself into uncertainty… without ever asking permission.

Students stared at me before turning back to their business while I fiddled my fingers whimpering slightly trying not to think of the fact that i just saw a ghost on my way to school. Oh jeez! I’m scared. * * ~~At Springfield Road~~ The two adults were in the car as the man sped across the road leading to the border. “Finally”. The lady muttered. “Soon, we’ll be out of the shitty town”. The man glanced at her. “It’s still far, an hour away from getting to the border “. “It doesn’t matter. At least, I’m relieved that in an hour, I’ll be far away from all of these stuffs happening “. She replied turning away to look outside the window.

Else it would be another area with red marks in my GPS. Sasha Vale is good at making this road exist in the secret society. I mean, who would've thought that an ex-convict like her will make this traffic-free route that even the government of this country wouldn't know? Well, maybe because everyone fears the slumps. Who in the world would drive to the recessions anyway? Perhaps criminals and public volunteers. Then there's only a 1% chance that this road will be discovered. "Are we there yet?" I remove my eyes from the road and look at Marco, who just woke up from his slumber.

"How close are they?" I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing all my energy on the distant sound. It was like tuning a dial on a dusty old radio, trying to find a clear signal. Slowly, the sound grew a little stronger. "I can't tell exactly," I finally admitted, frustration tingling my voice. "But it doesn't seem super close, yet." A sliver of hope flickered in Rufus's gaze. "Yet," he repeated, pouncing on the word. "That gives us some time. We need to figure out what to do and even find a way to throw them off track."

Aletta asked trying to see if she fully understood what her mom was trying to say. "Yes, we don't know how it ends but we have a chance to know"

Distance did not mean ignorance. Those who watched from beyond the borders had drawn closer over the past few days—not in steps that could be tracked, not in movements that could be easily followed, but in awareness. Their presence lingered at the edges, careful now, measured, no longer testing blindly. They had seen enough to know one thing. This was not ordinary. But what they hadn’t seen—What they couldn’t see was what mattered most. Far beyond Amber and Raymond’s territory, the same gathering remained beneath the quiet stretch of ancient trees. The air there was still, but not calm. It carried thought. Calculation.

It is simply me saying I don't know what will happen to me if I die, when I die and after I die. Sometimes in life not knowing about something does not make us feel comfortable and this is as a result of our curiosity, our inquisitive nature to always know what lies ahead of the bridge. I have thought about the misery of life so much that I have gotten tired of it. The more you think you are getting to somewhere, the farther you are drawing away from the main point of reasoning. It is complicated but easy to understand if given a deep thought.