Outer Banks: Dead Break Novels & Stories

She doesn’t panic; she recalculates. “The outage isn’t citywide,” she says. “If it were, we’d hear it. This is localized.” Targeted. The word echoes in my head. My phone vibrates in my hand—one short, sharp pulse. I don’t look at it yet. I already know what it will say. The unknown number has been circling us for hours, tightening its grip, reminding us that Marcus Hale may be dead, but his machinery is very much alive. “I’m checking the breaker,” Damian says.

It was as if my whole world just flashed before my eyes. Now everything I had, is lost. "ROSE?" Roderigo called out with fear, surprised. "Rose," Jade with a smirk. "Traitors!!!" I sobbed.

“I will break you and crumble that last piece of insanity you have left. Ezekiel continues breaking the ice which sliced through my skin. “I made a promise to her also that one day I would bring her replacement to spend the night with her. She has been lonely.” The color drained from my face, and he finally freed me. A surge of fresh terror erupted from within me, causing me to stumble backwards, and as my foot, which was still in the process of healing, made contact with the ground, I winced in pain and lost my balance, resulting in a fall to the ground. Blankly and coldly, his black orbs gazed at me. Raw panic coated my voice. “What do you mean by her replacement? Since when did I become a

Then reaches for the wrapper, licks a smear of chocolate from the inside, and looks away like she hasn’t seen him do it before. She says nothing. That is becoming a skill. Outside, the city has changed voices. The first day was sirens and screaming. The second was breaking glass, car alarms, distant gunshots. Now there is a quieter sound underneath everything. Shuffling. Waiting. The dead aren’t fast. That’s the one mercy. They gather where noise happens and stay there, patient as unpaid debt.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

I am death'' and that is all it takes for me to succumb to the darkness that has been calling onto me, it is all it takes for me to drift into the world of darkness. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.