Soundtrack Exit Wounds Novels & Stories

“I am never getting used to this.” Lena pulled her knife free, wiping it on the man’s tactical vest. “Then don’t look.” They kept moving. Minutes passed. The tunnel seemed endless. Then—light. A faint, flickering glow from an old security panel. The exit. Rowe moved ahead, typing in an override code. The door hissed open. Fresh air. Freedom. They emerged outside—a snow-covered valley, empty except for a small, abandoned outpost. Michael exhaled. “We made it.”

" She reached out to grab my sleeve. Her hands were covered in frostbite and cracks. I stepped back, avoiding her touch. "Sienna, you're mistaken about one thing." I looked straight into her eyes. "I loved the woman who had dreams and integrity, not this shameless, blame-shifting person you've become." With a loud bang, I slammed the door shut in her face. Outside, I could hear her suppressed sobs and the sound of her slapping herself. Leaning against the door, I let out a long breath. … One year later, I received the annual music report from the music app again.

The underwater tunnel was a nightmare of darkness and confining pressure. Cold Mediterranean water seeped through cracks in the ancient stonework, dripping down the walls as Alex, Sonia, Geneva, and the wounded James made their desperate escape from the boathouse. Behind them, the muffled sound of gunfire continued—each shot a reminder of Carlos's last stand, his final act of paternal sacrifice. Alex's throat tightened with each step, his father's words echoing in his mind: "It's atonement."

I’m yours. I was stunned. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “The Wreck of Our Hearts” by Sleeping Wolf.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

## Meanwhile: The Winery Cellar The rhythmic *drip... drip... drip* of Silas's blood onto the concrete floor was the only sound punctuating the heavy silence. Bronson and Kresh had stepped out, leaving him hanging in the chains, a broken puppet suspended in the damp gloom. The pain was a constant, roaring fire consuming him, each breath a ragged struggle against bruised ribs and the agony radiating from his shattered jaw. Consciousness flickered, threatening to recede into merciful oblivion.

Why didn’t it feel like it was soothing me anymore, rather that it was smothering…? Moon tipped up my chin; his fingers barely brushed my feverish skin. “Our pasts won’t stop us.” I jerked, as suddenly nuclear alarm sirens wailed through the room. My guts clenched in terror at the alien sound, as I clasped my hands over my ears. Then the sirens cut off, and “Two Tribes Go to War” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood burst out, sung by the stone wolves whose mouths opened and closed in weird unison.

The metal prongs of the stapler drove straight into my forearm. Roger yanked it back. Blood immediately soaked through my sleeve. The pain was blinding. Cold sweat broke out all over me. My arm went numb, as if it wasn't even part of my body anymore. The fight stopped instantly. Everyone stared at my arm in horror. Chelsea froze as well. She looked at the wound, panic flickering across her face. For a second, I thought she would say something. Anything. But she didn't. "Will, do you really have to take it this far?"

The words echoed inside me, hollow and final. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Adrian's arm around my shoulders felt like the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. "No," I whispered. "No, that's not, he was strong. You said there was a chance." The surgeon's face remained kind, which made it unbearable. "The injuries were too extensive. His body couldn't sustain the trauma. I'm truly sorry." Adrian pulled me against his chest. I heard him say something to the surgeon, but the words were muffled, underwater. Everything was underwater now, everything was sinking.