Val Outlast 2 Novels & Stories

He asked, but before I could answer. "No, it wasn't them" Charlie said, waking up. She wanted to sat up and Jax immediately helped her. "What did the doctor said?" She asked. "The doctor hasn't comeback yet—" "Thank you Jax and Aria, but I don't want to waste more of your time. You can go home now" Charlie said and smiled. "No, we'll stay here until you get better" Jax insisted. Charlie sighed. "Jax, I'll be better. I'll go home later"

Sure enough, after Vivian admitted defeat, I hung up the wedding photo proudly. "This frame is supposed to stay in the bedroom for life. Of course it has to look good." Yes. Back then, I'd believed I would spend my whole life with her. Now, I'd given up completely and burned the frame with my own hands. But how had we come to this? Vivian pulled half of the frame from the ashes and held it against her chest without caring how dirty it was. Then the housekeeper brought over the divorce agreement she'd accidentally found. A note was attached to it:

A line in red in the notes field — "Memory wiped. This season's only unwitting participant." I picked up the photo. In it, my hair was black, my face fuller, standing in front of the Ouroboros logo, smiling. The other six files were spread out on the table in turn. Marcus. Season 2's final survivor. Gerald. Season 4's final survivor. The two technicians. Seasons 5 and 6. Jake. Season 3. Diane. Season 6's last-minute reveal, the eventual winner. Seven files were laid out in a row. Everyone was looking at their own.

Drizzy gave him a questioning look. Ethan chuckled. He walked past Drizzy to sit at the edge of the table before saying "I'm not hiding Drizz. You will know the night after tomorrow". Drizzy looked confused "What do you mean by the night after tomorrow?" "This" Ethan pulled out a card from the drawer and gave it to Drizzy who collected it with a skeptical look on her face Drizzy took the card wondering where this was leading to. The card was black with an ash ribbon tied in the middle.

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

I said, sliding into the seat across from her. "Maybe." She glanced around once, quick, before leaning forward slightly. "My uncle's contact came through on the backup logs. There's still footage on the server from that time period. Not confirmed to be the right camera angle yet, he's still trying to isolate the specific feed, but it exists. It survived." Something in my chest lifted so fast it almost hurt, a physical sensation, relief and hope tangled together after weeks of hitting nothing but walls. "Are you serious," I said.

"Hop in, Mr. Crowe! If we leave now, you'll still make it to the airport in time." Very soon, I left the base behind in their car. As I looked at the place where I had spent the last five years, I realized there was not even the slightest trace of attachment left in my heart anymore. The wind outside the window still blew relentlessly across the desert. But somehow, against my face, it no longer felt so cold. Leaning back against the seat, I watched the lights of the base grow farther and farther away in the rearview mirror. The corners of my lips slowly curled upward. 'June, for the rest of our lives, let's never see each other again.'

A Year Later It was windy, cloudy, and a bit grey. Myra found it not so soothing. She got the call at late night from the hospital. Dr. Blake called her to come over as soon as possible as they noticed some degradation in her mother's health. It's been 4 years since the mother and daughter duo fought together to win over this cancer. But destiny has always some other plans. Hurriedly she reached the hospital and stayed overnight. Not much improvement was there. She held her mom's hand as she could feel something is not right. Pulses were not good. She kissed her mom's knuckle. Her mom opened her eyes.

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.

The guy across the room fell to the ground with a bullet hole in his head. “I didn’t miss,” Xander said with his gun still pointing to the direction where the guy fell dead. Everyone was stunned, including Joey. “Pack this up ... and go home,” Xander added. He looked around the room at the men that were staring at him. He looked them in the eyes, “And tell anyone who needs to know ... respect the code, or we’ll come after you ... every last one of you.” With that said, the two left the basement and unknowingly ignited the spark of the war they had been talking about for months.