The End Is Nigh Game Novels & Stories

"The endgame..." "...starts now."

That was more than enough. The End

“This ends now.” ***

The guards had stocked up on instant meals. Better yet, there was a full toolbox—hammers, axes, the works. If zombies found me, I wasn't going down without a fight. Seconds crawled. A faint metallic smell drifted through the air. On the cot, the three cats slept like nothing was coming. I checked my watch. 5, 4, 3... 2... 1... [Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse World. The game begins now. All players, do your best to survive.] The mechanical voice rang in my ears.

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I’ll see you in the blink of an eye. The End

The impact sends a shockwave rippling through the hall, knocking the breath from my lungs and driving me back a step. The whispers beneath his voice rise, swelling into a chorus of agony. “The Final Game begins at dawn,” he announces. “Rest, if you can. Remember, if you dare.” His gaze lingers on me too long. “Make the easy choice,” he whispers. “It is the only way to end this.” Then the torches go out all at once. Darkness swallows the hall. When the light returns, the Herald is gone, but the blood remains. Dax stands beside me now, closer than before.

Far away from her past traumas. "Yes!" The End

Close enough that every move mattered. Close enough that the next one would decide how this ended.