Novel & Cerita Survival 9

The more information we uncovered, the uglier the truth became. Mercer had prepared Blackridge to survive him. Cells embedded across neighboring territories. Financial support hidden through council channels. Military contacts still unknown. This wasn’t one corrupted operation. It was infrastructure. Which meant one terrifying thing: even if Mercer died - his work could survive him. That realization settled heavily across the room. “We hit Facility Nine at dawn,” Cameron said finally. Rowan nodded once. “My squads take perimeter containment.” “Blackridge warriors handle internal breach teams,” Cameron continued. “And me?” I asked immediately.

That was why they were so confident. They felt nothing would go wrong, but I had proven them wrong at every turn. When they hesitated, I explained, “It’s because I can see everyone’s survival time on top of their heads. If you don’t run, none of you would live more than an hour. If you run now, you could still live for another fifty years.” I was bluffing about the years. The law would not let them off the hook. As they were hesitating, I stepped on my accelerator. The kidnapper flew away from the impact. I rushed toward the direction of the police station.

Omega’s voice softened unexpectedly. “You deserve the truth.” Ethan moved between us. “No.” Omega laughed. The sound was hollow. Sad. “Still protecting her.” Ethan’s expression darkened. “She doesn’t need this.” “She needs reality.” A painful silence followed. Then Omega looked directly at me again. “The real Subject Nine died.” My knees nearly gave out. The tunnel spun around me. The real Subject Nine died. The real Subject Nine died. The words repeated over and over in my head. Like a broken record.

They helped me take her out . Some were still shocked because i had never done such thing . "Take them to Eric " I said getting out of the water and going back to the car . We drove back to HQ . They took them to the medical room where Eric examined them . " These two are barely alive,but they will be fine in 2-3weeks" Dr Eric said " And the other one?" I asked coldly "Sorry but that one is in critical condition. She might never wake up , I don't know if she will make it as her brain cells are frozen due to being in the water longer,her heartbeat is faint ,we can only prepare for the death "he explained

Then he raised his voice, letting it carry over the crowd, through the minds and ears of every broken wolf still standing: “Anyone who is able to move—check on your neighbor. If you were hit with wolfsbane, move toward this side, here by the oak line. If you can walk, you can help. Go now.” Movement rippled through the battered survivors. Slow, unsteady, but determined. Simon turned back to Doc. “Do what you can. Loria will be here soon.” “I’ll keep them alive,” she promised. He nodded once and stepped back, eyes scanning the horizon. Our Luna was coming. And with her—hope. Or vengeance. Maybe both.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

Carefully, I lay a sleeping Jean down on the back of the truck, using one of the packs on the ground as a makeshift pillow for her. Two raps on the metal body of the truck make me turn around followed by Noah’s voice. “Boss?” “What is it?” “Everyone’s ready to move out.” With a nod, I look at Jean once more time, “Then let’s go.” Only nine of us survived. No one talks as the truck dip along the uneven dirt road. Not even moans of pain as my men treat each other’s injuries. Somehow the back of the military truck feels larger than before with all the empty spaces between the occupants.

That shut everyone up. Even Jax stayed silent. The screen shifted again. REWARD: LIFE POINTS GRANTED Numbers began appearing in front of every survivor. Floating white digits. Cold and bright. Lena stared as numbers formed in front of her. +35 LIFE POINTS Her breathing stopped. Her trembling fingers reached toward it. The numbers moved with her. Real. Solid. Proof. “This…” Her voice shook badly. “This decides if I live again…” Noah stared at his own numbers. “Twenty-eight…”