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A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

"Love that deep, that complete, you only get it once in an eternity. I had mine and lost it. Don't waste yours, child. Fight for Xavier with everything you have." Thelma's hand touches my shoulder, a gesture of comfort I don't deserve. "I'm sorry." "So am I." I straighten, pushing the grief down where it always lives. "But we don't have time for my ancient sorrows. Look." Below us, the Survivor Camp comes into view. Or what's left of it. The battle is over, but not the way we hoped. Bodies litter the ground, human and supernatural mixed together in death. The defensive positions have been overrun. And in the center of the devastation stands Yvonne, looking shell shocked and alone.

Sonia asked immediately, desperate. Kath nodded and retrieved a cloth-wrapped bundle. Inside were several scorched items, an old logbook, and a worn photo album. Sonia quickly took the album and flipped through the pages. “Did your mom ever say if anyone survived?” Sonia asked. Kath didn’t respond. Sonia turned to her—only to see Kath averting her eyes. “No one survived.” Sonia clenched the album tightly. Her throat closed up, and she couldn’t speak. She coughed to clear her throat and looked away.

The ground shook beneath their feet, the forest lit by an inferno. Naelle gasped for breath, clutching Yoon-min’s arm. He leaned against Soo-ah, too weak to stand on his own, but his eyes held a spark of life again. Sang-woo stood apart, his chest heaving, his fists still trembling from the fight. His gaze lingered on the flames consuming the bunker. He knew — they all knew — Lazarus had survived. This wasn’t over. But as Yoon-min whispered a faint “thank you,” and Soo-ah held him tighter, they also knew something else.

Chapter 127 – The Survivor The evening sun cast long shadows on the forest floor as Clara and Kevin approached a remote cabin nestled deep in the woods. Having tracked their lead through murky threads of whispers and rumors, they felt a mixture of apprehension and urgency. It had been weeks since they first caught wind of the man who could finally connect the dots in the swirling chaos of the MIRAGE scandal: Elijah Voss, the sole survivor of a scandalous conspiracy that had claimed far too many lives.

I admitted, shaking where I stood as I prayed I would not be thrown back out to the wolves to die now after everything I had just survived. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and

Both Carter and I asked, impatient for his succeeding statement. “As I said earlier. There was only one survivor. The two of them died. And I heard it was such a gore sight to see.” There was a dead silence when we heard that. I brushed my hair in anxiousness when Gamma Rex dropped that bomb on us. I thought he was done, but it turns out he wasn’t.. “And the survivor was.. heavily injured. He barely made it out alive..” We nodded at his words, and I dismissed him. “Thank you for your honesty, Gamma Rex.”

She tried to look away, but I wouldn’t let her. “Tomorrow night…” I continued, my voice firm. “It’s not about him. It’s not about Erika Meyer, that personality-less porcelain doll. It’s about you. It’s about you putting on your ice mask and walking into that room knowing, deep in your soul, that you are better than all of them combined. You are not the victim in this story. You are the survivor. And survivors…” I tilted my head, a small, fierce smile on my lips. “Survivors get the last laugh.”

Then they vanished. They were edited. Messed up. Shut down. Still I dug deeper. I need pieces of information. Always pieces. Reports from years ago. Different places.. Same pattern. “Not much blood.. Picked targets. People who survived.” Every file ended the way. They were. Stopped. Not solved.. Hidden. My heart stayed calm.. Something else got tighter. Then I saw it. A name that wasn’t fully erased. “Cassian.” No last name. No where he was from or destination. It was there.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."