Novel & Cerita Rin Shelter

"They popped up for a while when the infection first hit. The government would set up camps that were protected by soldiers and armed civilians. By the time we got there, they were always destroyed. The infection always finds a way in." "Oh. Where is this supposed safe zone?" "Somewhere in Pennsylvania. We were just stopping through here when we found you. Thought another survivor might come in handy." "Well, thanks for saving me." Reese smiles. "No problem." "Ugh, barf," Ryder says, getting up from his seat in the kitchen. He grabs a can of beans and shuts himself in my bedroom. We both watch him go, and I can't help but frown a little. "Don't worry about him," Reese says again. "It's just

Doctor Rin muttered with a sigh. When Doctor Rin came out of the elevator door, she suddenly saw Mr. Ryan in front of her. Luckily, Mr. Ryan was talking to one of his subordinates so he didn't notice Doctor Rin's presence. Deftly, Doctor Rin immediately hid behind a wall. “Hoshh.. Hosh...” Her heart was beating fast. She almost got hurt. Doctor Rin peeked from behind the wall and he saw Mr. Ryan had entered the elevator. After feeling safe, Doctor Rin continued his steps to get out of the GM Healthcare building.

“Elaine.” “Arsel.” My father, connected from Eclipse, covered his mouth to hide what was probably a smile. Mom looked up at the ceiling, and Kiel suddenly found a tablet fascinating. “Five minutes,” I said. Elaine crossed her arms. “Four.” I led her into a side office and closed the door. “That shelter is the most secure place in Crescent,” I said before she could speak. “It has Alpha blood barriers, internal guards, and an emergency exit leading to Eclipse.”

She offers a warm, maternal smile, but I simply track her with a dead, unreadable stare until she finally steps out. The exact moment the heavy click of the bathroom door signals that I am entirely alone, my hand darts forward, driven by a sudden, manic desperation as I reach for the object I had spotted earlier. It is a loose, heavy iron nail protruding from a weathered section of the bathroom wall, slowly detaching from the structure. With a firm, desperate tug, I wrench it free from the drywall. I bring it close to my face, inspecting the thick layer of dark rust coating the dangerously sharp, jagged point. A hollow, distorted smile stretches across my peeling lips.