Novel & Cerita Post Apocalyptic Female

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

The first twenty-four hours of the apocalypse are mostly admin. That is not what movies suggest. Movies prefer running, screaming, glass breaking, one heroic idiot saying “we have to go back” while everyone else silently recalculates their friendship. Maya has running. She has screaming. She has glass breaking. She also has a checklist. At 7:44 p.m., she leaves the warehouse through the rear exit with a backpack, crowbar, pistol, radio, gloves, mask, and the expression of a woman popping out for milk if milk now required route planning and possible blunt-force trauma.

At forty years of her presence in this packhouse and forty years of Edmund protecting that presence and thirty years of a network and two generations of Coran and forty-seven years of Mace all circling something that was sitting in Edmund’s second chair waiting for a wolf capable of completing the counter. “The person who took Mace’s statement tonight,” I said. “The woman with the forty-year-old credentials who produced sensory disruption in the command room.” I held her gaze. “The corruption does not direct itself. Someone is directing it. Someone alive now who carries the frequency and uses it.” I paused. “Who is she?” The old woman looked at the window. At the dark territory outside it. A

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

That only caused more people to gather at our door and ask for more help. The comments began appearing on the screen once more. "The female lead's savior complex is acting up again. She's the one encouraging these people to slack off!" "It might be scorching hot outside, but if they were willing even to go out and hunt, they would still be able to find tons of resources there." "She can give them water today, but she can't keep it up forever. She doesn't know when the apocalypse will end. If this goes on, she's only going to die with the rest of them!"

Everyone praised Victoria for being both powerful and kind, truly the most suitable person to be Gamma. I collapsed on the ground, filled with despair. I never stole anything! That was the elixir I brewed myself! But before I could speak up, the pack members threw me into the forest to fend for myself. Just as I was about to bleed out, someone knocked me unconscious and threw me into a silver pit. The silver pit burned my entire body with agonizing pain, even corroding my bones. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to one week before the Gamma selection.

"Or he doesn't know. Either way, one of them woke up three weeks ago. Broke out of its pod. Killed four guards. Escaped into the wilderness." My legs feel weak. I sit down hard. "Which one?" "Number Seven. Female. Approximately seventeen years old in appearance." Zara pulls out a tablet, showing me security footage. A pod shattered from the inside. Blue liquid everywhere. And in the corner, a figure moving with inhuman speed. "She's hunting." "Hunting what?" "Humans." Zara swipes through more images. News reports. Missing persons. Bodies found torn apart in ways that don't match any known animal. "She's been killing in nearby cities. Small towns. Picking off isolated victims. Learning. Adapt

Kierra looks concerned. "Unfortunately, I think I do. Do you remember I told you the story of Astraea and how she's responsible for the female Alphas?" We all nod while we wait. "I believe Euphenia and Calla think if they torture you, then she will show herself to save you. You are the last female Alpha, the most powerful that has ever walked the Earth, and Astraea's last chance at peace. We may have won a small battle, but that's nothing compared to the war that's coming. We all need to be prepared for the ultimate fight between good and evil."

" I lowered my head, feeling somewhat ashamed. I remembered everything she mentioned, but when I'd wished her a long future, I'd merely been comforting someone I thought was psychologically traumatized. I hadn't actually believed her story. Jade's expression gradually shifted to one of remorse. "You're so kind, yet I manipulated you. I dare not ask for forgiveness, but I must apologize. Perhaps you can consider our time together as some form of compensation." My emotions were conflicted. I asked why she hadn't chosen another approach, one that wouldn't harm herself. She smiled and shook her head. "Without creating a scandal, there was no way to reopen the case. "I've lived in darkness all th

I changed into mine and followed the Alpha stone. (After 10 hours when Zoe was found.) We reached near an abandoned house. It was broken and had moss growing. But this wasn't the same as what I saw yesterday. "She's here. I'm sure." Alpha linked into my mind. I nodded and we reached the entrance and saw a tall, female standing. She smirked looking at us. "Oo, we've got an Alpha Elijah " she said looking at the Alpha stone. Elijah the other vampire came out, he chuckled darkly.