Project Lazarus
You wake up in a burning car, your memories gone, the world outside overrun by twisted creatures and desperate survivors. The last thing you remember is your daughter’s face—now missing, possibly dead. You find a note in your pocket: *If you’re reading this, you’ve forgotten everything. Trust no one. Find Project Lazarus before they do.* Your name is Dr. Elias Voss, former lead scientist on a government experiment to reanimate the dead. You walked away when it went too far. Now it’s out of control. The military wants you silenced. Raiders want the formula in your head. And somewhere in this hellscape, your daughter might still be alive. Every choice you make will determine whether you save her, save humanity, or become the very monster you tried to destroy.Smoke claws down my throat as I kick open the shattered windshield. Fire licks at the seat where I just woke up, and every breath burns like glass. My reflection in the melted side mirror shows a stranger—bloodied, gaunt, eyes wide with panic. I don’t know who I am. But then I feel it: crumpled in my jacket pocket, a note in shaky handwriting. If you’re reading this, you’ve forgotten everything. Trust no one. Find Project Lazarus before they do.
I stagger into the night. The road ahead splits—one side lit by flickering fires, voices shouting over gunfire. The other vanishes into a forest choked with fog. Then I hear it: a child’s cry, distant but unmistakable. My chest tightens. Was that… hers?
A woman steps from the trees, rifle raised. 'Elias?' she says. 'You don’t remember me, do you?' I freeze. How does she know my name? The fire behind me explodes louder. I have seconds to decide: run toward the sound of the child, follow the woman into the unknown, or turn back into the flames to search the car for answers.
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Caged Instincts
My claws aren’t for killing. They’re for climbing, for escaping, for surviving. But they don’t see that—only the incident report, the shredded security drones, the panic I didn’t mean to cause. Now the technician’s hand hovers over the decommission switch. One press and my core shuts down forever. I don’t want to fight. I just want to run. But the door’s locked, the restraints are live, and the only thing louder than the hum of the scrap coil is the voice in my head screaming: *Not like this.*
Level Up
I was just some guy grinding levels on my couch—until the screen cracked, the room vanished, and I woke up *inside* the game. Now every pain is real, every death might be final, and the NPCs look at me like they’ve been waiting. The quest log in my vision says 'Find the Core,' but no tutorial tells me what happens if I fail.
The Girl Who Stood
I didn’t flinch when the bomb took our parents. I didn’t break when the coal dust stole our home. But now, as Moon’s name echoes across the square, my blood turns to fire. They want a tribute? Fine. But they’ll get me instead. I won’t let them take her. Not today. Not ever. The Capitol wants a show? Then I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.
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