Romans & histoires Ya Dystopian

DAISY This was really happening. Somehow, this situation, that I could never have imagined was happening. Or was this some very vivid nightmare? It's still Friday night. I am in my room, sleeping on my bed and the ideas the Draxton brothers had planted in my head are now working and creating this nightmare. But I knew it was not a nightmare. This was my reality. This was really happening.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

"How dark your life is!" "Sorry," Hyomi said briefly, still with his flat attitude. She didn't want to add to the trouble with this capricious man. Tch! Why do I have to do such a ridiculous thing. Memorize the song and its creator? You are crazy! XD has immense popularity. In fact, almost all XD-L in this world are able to memorize XD's songs and their creators. No doubt, if Jun calls Hyomi's life dark. Always living in a pile of manuscripts.

"And what’s that, exactly?" Damien’s gaze was steady. "The future of humanity." Silence. Ayesha’s grip on her gun tightened. "You mean soldiers." Damien shook his head. "More than soldiers. Leaders. Enforcers. The next generation of the world. Faster, stronger, smarter… and most importantly?" He exhaled. "Completely obedient." Zayn muttered a curse under his breath. "That’s some dystopian nightmare sh*t." Damien gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah. But it’s real."

Ashers replied “ they will stop once we do what we have to do to make the prophecy come true and send these foul creatures back from where they came, remember these are not just nightmares but they are visions of what is actually happening out there” “ I don’t want to see these anymore, seeing these innocent people just walking home from work, or on their way to meet up with their friends and then getting ripped apart and not being able to do a thing to help them and stop it from happening, and I get to just wake up and leave the situation while they have just meer moments to live, having to see the look of fear on their faces and seeing the realisation on their face when they realise that t

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

At night, they would sneak unto their neighbors and steal their food; and at light, they would kill the man who gets the most ration from their hard work in the Upper Castles. My mother would say, that the plague was sent by Mother Nature, that people became too happy and took things for granted, so She gave them a lesson— one too ruthless and too dark that even history cannot forget if it wanted to. Maybe She thought it would make the Old World a little bit kinder and a little bit better. But She was wrong. For the new one is even crueler now. My name is Elizabeth Hale. Welcome to the New World.

There were no birds singing, no rustling of leaves, just the low murmur of conversations from the Nomads scattered around the campfire, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Dylan stood at the center of it all, tall and broad-shouldered, his grizzled beard flecked with gray, his eyes sharp and calculating. He looked like someone who had seen too much—someone who had survived this world long before it crumbled. His Nomads were a ragtag bunch, dressed in mismatched survival gear, their weapons hung casually at their sides. But there was nothing casual about the way they watched us. "Welcome," Dylan said, his voice low and smooth, like he was trying to put us at ease. It didn’t work. "You've picke

I thought she's going to reject her because of her facial expression, but she kneel before me. “Take me as your alliance and let's create a Disparate Utopia where people can live up with peace and nature.”