The Last Survivor 소설 & 이야기

“I’ve never seen him afraid before.” Then he turned away. Back in the SUV, Kaiser sat still for a moment. The world outside was chaos, but inside his mind was colder than ever. His phone buzzed again. Otis: “Warehouse clean. Interrogating the last survivor.” Claude: “Five down. Three to go. They’re running now.” But it was Claude’s next message that made Kaiser pause. Claude: “One of them was carrying a medallion. Not ours. Looks... royal.”

Even if I knew the story from their perspective, it felt entirely new from his. “Your Aunt Niss is the last Straga, like Yenna was the last Stryx. Even your Uncle Bellamy doesn’t know if any of his people survived. In all of their minds, they are the only survivors of wars and tragedies that they had no say or place in.” My father, Syver is the same.

It's unmoving and I know for a fact he won't stand again to fight. I look around and see the madness coming to a slow end. The rogues falling one by one. Howling sounds through the cold air as the last few rogues take off upon seeing their leader and fellow comrades fall. In an instant I'm picked up onto my feet by Pierson, but I wobble because my broken leg shoots pain when I put any pressure on it. Pierson's hands roam my hips, arms, and face. "Are you okay?" He asks breathlessly.

But despite those measures over the next couple of weeks the virus worked its way remorselessly through the remaining 5% of male survivors. “By 12 noon on the 12th of January 2167,’ said Jessica, as she finished her story, “there were no men left on the planet.” I stared at Jessica my jaw slack not sure if this was a dream. “What are you saying?” I asked dumbly. Jessica took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. “I’m saying, honey, that you are the last man alive on the planet.” I gazed at the beautiful face for a long moment - I couldn’t see any sign of deception there. She believed what she saying. But there was no doubt in my mind she was completely insane.

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

"Baby, Mommy is waiting for you to come home." And then I was awake. From that moment on, I stopped fighting the Gambling King's abuse. I stopped sending messages to the outside world. I stopped hoping Nathan would remember our past and rescue me. For five years, I watched coldly as he and Vivian built their perfect love story, as I clawed my way into becoming the matriarch of the Gambling King's household. Because if I wanted to complete the mission, first I had to survive. Five years passed in the blink of an eye. I survived that devouring Loween City dynasty—and then the Gambling King died suddenly.

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

Ana added, leaving Martin stunned, as he had just learned that there was a survivor of the tragedy. The information they gathered back then led everyone to believe that everyone died in the fire at the Montes' hacienda. “Now that she’s dead, it seems like she's been silenced because she might have been one of the people who could reveal what happened 28 years ago. I was the one they suspected because I was the last person who talked to her before she was killed,” Ana said. Martin took a deep breath and sat back in the swivel chair.