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I comforted, rubbing my palm on her back while she cried and tried to calm down. “Where are we?” “My house. You should stay here for now at least.” “I have to go home.” “Home? What home? The one where they tried to kill you?” “No. You must be mistaken. Mom said the pill was to prevent pregnancy.” “It was to damage your womb Kara. To stop you from ever conceiving.” “Really?” She didn't look surprised. “Fine then, I'll stay here just for the time being.” She tried to get off the bed.

Terror doesn’t even consider it for a second before answering "Are you fucking insane?” He demanded, “The atmoshell doesn't extend to outside the hull." "We both have inhuman vitality, I bet we have a good chance of lasting a while out there. Plus, we'd be that much closer to your cabin." "But we’d still be exposing ourselves to the harsh unforgiving cosmos, do you known how many different things out there could kill us depending on which quadrant we’re passing through?" "The body is far more resilient than you might think,” Nya stated, “all we really need are rebreathers, and we can make it,"

"We didn't have a choice! Justin hired a bunch of thugs to threaten Luke and me! We were just too terrified of getting hurt, so we gave in and let everyone use the app!" Luke's eyes lit up, taking the cue as he nodded vigorously. "Yes! Justin's been hooking up with street thugs for a long time. We even saw them outside a hotel!" The live stream comment section exploded instantly. "Wow, getting taken from behind by street thugs? Such a whore." "He looks so decent. Who knew he was into such wild stuff? Isn't he afraid of catching an STD?" "Sending someone like this to college is an absolute disgrace. Forget studying. He should just sell his body for a living."

We were falling through a tunnel of dark matter. As the darkness consumes the vault, Lyra hears a final, mechanical chime. A screen flickers to life in the void, displaying a world she doesn't recognize a lush, green planet with two moons. A text prompt appears in her mind: "New Game Initialized. Players: 4. Objective: Survival. Warning: The Broker is still among you."

I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his hand on my face as if it could anchor me, ground me. Softly, I continued, trying to keep my voice steady, “The reason I was given this second chance at life wasn’t for revenge or some grand purpose. It was to find true happiness, to understand what it means to live fully.” I leaned over, resting my head on his chest, listening to the comforting beat of his heart, clinging to each sound as if it could sustain me.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱—𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘦�

Somewhere that does not demand usefulness from every breath. The bar becomes a tea station. The dance floor becomes a meeting space. The old DJ booth becomes Priya’s kingdom within eight seconds, which seems fair because she resurrected the speakers and should probably be allowed a small monarchy. The ventilation hums overhead, built for a hundred sweating bodies making terrible romantic choices, and Maya feels a private, ridiculous fondness rise in her chest. Surviving the apocalypse somewhere called VIBE. Past civilisation may have died badly, but it did leave branding.

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

The silence had hollowed the empty ruins of the streets but still, there was something beneath these ruins that made a way to hope for a day of sun to shine again. Under cracks within the concrete roads, and the gaps that take you to the place which has been hidden by the bare eyes of the creepers roaming as the modern world’s Anpu, guarding the planet from the last source of returning Titania. The place which differs from the darkness corrupted on the surface, has a lively and sparking life emerging inside the whole vessel. A reconstructed underground city, a place to hide for the survivors of the dreadful apocalypse and its aftermath. For some, it is enough to live their whole life, hidden

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.