October 11 Wasteland 3 Novels & Stories

Her reflection shimmered in the polished obsidian floor, fractured and whole all at once – a mirror of the woman she had become. Damien stood beside her, wounded but unwavering, his hand resting lightly on the pistol holstered beneath his jacket. Across from them, Victor typed furiously at the console, lines of code cascading down the monitor. Isabelle patched up from their last battle, and leaned against the wall, watching Elena with cautious hope. The world was burning above them—cities overrun by AI drones, digital banners bearing Luca's face, and firestorms spreading through what remained of the global infrastructure. Phase Three was live.

"She asked me not to tell you until the review confirmed it." I sat at my desk. "My twenty-two-year-old consultant sent my husband the displacement reduction data in August," I said. "She is thorough," Julian said. "Yes," I said. "Natalie," he said. "Yes." "Eighteen months," he said. "Martha Osei's estimate. I think she is right." I looked out the window. In Washington , September. At the rose on the study windowsill across the street. "Yes," I said. "I think so too."

“Just be back before dark, I am sure you know all the weird people come out at night.” I giggled at the sublet knock at Zack, Kate definitely wouldn't find it funny. The outside air gives my lungs the much needed fresh air, the clothing I picked out earlier today keeps me warm from the chilly autumn wind. It only nips at my nose and ears. I looked into the woods I ran into the first time I found out about them being vampires and shuddered. Deciding to turn the other way, never wanting to go into those woods ever again, I am sure I scared the heck out of the guys that day too. They won't have to worry about me running away ever again.

Day Three. A black steel RV rumbled down the battered highway. This world was massive. According to the system, this region was called the Zombie Wasteland. To Jake, it felt a lot like a no-man 's-land—cold, dry, and utterly desolate. The barren plains stretched endlessly in every direction. Along the way, he'd spotted plenty of Lv.2 vehicles—taxis, vans, buses, even a helicopter buzzing overhead. Anyone still alive on Day Three had a decent ride. The ones who'd started with scooters, bicycles, or wheelchairs? Unless they'd latched onto someone else, they wouldn't have lasted.

“I know.” “In my last life, this order never existed,” I said, my voice shaking. “After Elias tricked you into dying on the battlefield, we reached a truce with the Ironfang pack, and Selene never issued any pursuit order. This order was written by Elias! He’s sending you into the Wastes to die alone and forgotten.” The Northern Wastes were a vast, frozen wasteland, inhabited by the most vicious and savage wolf packs in the world. No one who went there ever came back. Elias had just signed Kael’s death warrant.

They did. They would. Morning arrived. Evergreen woke. And I — Isabella of Evergreen. Luna. Warrior. Mother. Survivor. The woman who had run four minutes into a dark forest and turned around. The woman who had come back — turned toward whatever came next. With everything I had lost inside me. And everything I still had ahead. THE END

- Bhlezy after looting the zombies we quickly go to the rooftop and pray that the zombies outside stop attacking the gate after arriving at the rooftop we immediately check the zombies if they are still attacking the gate but after some moment the zombies became idle again and start randomly wandering outside and with a sigh of relief, almost all of us lie in the ground and my eyelids automatically close because of the tiredness -------------- January 3 3 am "let's go inside rush!!" "carry the sleeping ones!" "rush!!!"

The title on it was 'wasteland ' . ''Wasteland '' he uttered taking out the book from the shelf and reading the first page . After some minutes he was reading through the entire book , .'' So wasteland is a world where mythical things like fairies lives ? do they really exist ?'' he was confused . Then in the middle of the pages he found a note . Being curious he unfolded it . There was a coordination written there along with a symbol . '' What is this coordination ? and this symbol it looks like a full moon does'nt it ?'' he mumbled .

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

“Zach, get in the car.” Before any of us could move a muscle, a big wolf-like creature jumped out of one of the windows on the third floor. It landed close to where we were standing. Screaming, we ran away from it, towards the car that was near the gate. When I looked back, it was disappearing into the thick forest. I held on to the car for strength and Hannah did the same. Zach opened the car door. “Get in,” he yelled. “What are you all waiting for?”