Three Days 소설 & 이야기

Alice's POV I didn’t sleep a wink last night. Not when an impending doom was looming in the corner. The system suddenly glowed bright, startling me. It’ll take some time to get used to it. [GOOD MORNING ALICE.] [WELCOME TO DAY 2 OF YOUR REBIRTH.] [DAYS LEFT BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE: 28] [PREPARATION RATE: LOW] [STOCKPILE RATE: LOW] [SPECIAL LIFEFORM CONDITION: HEALTHY.]

I tightened my grip on my backpack. Three days. I had three days to prepare for this nightmare, yet the world was already falling apart before the deadline I remembered. Something had changed. And I had a terrible feeling that I was the reason. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Somewhere safe." "That's not an answer." Adrian glanced at me briefly. "Do you always interrogate people who save your life?" "Only when they appear out of nowhere, know more about a deadly infection than the authorities, and refuse to explain anything."

Other than that, the room is barren! Travis Baker sits on the edge of the bed facing me. “Finally, your up”, he says like he’s relieved. “Act like you care”, I cough out. “How long have I been out”? “I care”, he says like he’s actually offended. When I glare at him he sighs and says, “a little over a day”. I’m calculating the days in my head, “so it’s Sunday”!

****************** *THREE DAYS LATER* ANNA It's been three days. Three good days but yet nothing has come out of our hurrying up and down and it's just making me so sad. I've done everything I can and even went to the police station a couple of times but yet they've found no clue. I'm just tired of everything and think maybe jumping off a cliff would be better than all of this I'm going through. My head is literally on fire because of this and the sad truth is that there's nothing I can do.

"But if you feel otherwise, you can take the couch, and I'll sleep on the bed." "It's not like I was planning to sleep in bed with you" I huffed and placed my bag on the couch before sitting down with a curse. The motherf*cker. Always saying inappropriate stuff. "You can enjoy yourself while we're here. You might not get to do so again." "And how long are we going to be here?" "Three days. One day for the rehearsal dinner. Another for the wedding and the last day for the after-party. We can leave after the wedding though. A workshop awaits us in South Korea"

Maha gloated. “Then… have you been given a deadline?” “Within three days. I’ll be taking action on the third day.”

Chapter Nine Day Three Thursday. The next day, Bisola woke up reluctantly to the jingling of the alarm beside her. Bisola opened her eyes first, and then she rubbed her with her backhand, last night was too awesome for her, she and Tolani her friend scout every clothing store in the city, they are not necessarily buying everything, but they just wish to share more time together, both understand that, they might not have the time to share together like this in the future.

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

"Are you and Daddy fighting?" "No, baby. We're not fighting. We're just fixing something that got broken." "Will you fix it soon?" "Yes. Very soon." He'd hugged me so tight. "Okay. But come get me fast. I'll miss you." "I'll miss you too." That was three days ago. Three days of not knowing what was happening. Three days of waiting. Three days of slowly losing my mind. I walked to the window. Looked out at the city. Lights everywhere. People going about their normal lives.

“That’s not how this works. You can’t just throw yourself into danger and brush it off.” He looked at me, quiet for a second. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t say anything. He ran a hand down his face, leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “You did.” “I know.” There was a pause. He reached for the wine again, sipped. Then sat up straighter. “We got three days left here,” he said, suddenly changing the tone. I blinked. “What?” “Three days,” he repeated. “Then we go back to New York.”