Survivor's Guilt
The nightmares don’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces—Chris, Barry, Rebecca—trapped in that mansion, the walls breathing with something not human. I made it out, but part of me never left. Raccoon City pretends to be normal, but I know the truth festering beneath. The therapy sessions help, barely. The weights at the gym keep my hands from shaking. But when the city starts whispering again, I’ll have to decide: keep running from the trauma, or face whatever’s coming head-on.The couch feels like a battlefield. I sit here every Tuesday, staring at the same abstract painting Dr. Cruz insists helps 'open dialogue.' Tonight, my hands won’t stop trembling.
'It’s been six weeks,' she says, voice calm, 'and you still wake up screaming about the dining room chandelier.'
I clench my fists. That chandelier was the first thing I saw after killing my first zombie—a mutated butler with jaw hanging off. I don’t tell her that. I just nod.
Outside, thunder rolls over Raccoon City. The rain sounds like footsteps on metal grating—the kind I heard in the mansion’s lower labs. My breath hitches.
Then my phone buzzes. Unknown number. A single photo: the STARS logo, smeared in blood. No message. Just that.
My pulse spikes. This isn’t random. Someone knows I survived. Someone’s watching.
Sergino
works: 16
Veins of Betrayal
At sixteen, Jenna is the youngest operative in a top-secret government program that trains orphaned girls for covert warfare. Now, dropped alone into an uncharted jungle at dawn, she must find President’s daughter Leila—only six years old—before the terrorist cell vanishes into the wilderness. Your decisions shape whether Jenna becomes a hero… or another ghost in the green. No backup. No allies. Just instinct, training, and the weight of a child’s life on her shoulders.
Stolen Daylight
I never thought it would happen to me. One minute, Jenna and I were laughing on the swings, waiting for the boys we’d been texting all week. The next—hands over our mouths, the world spinning as we were dragged into a van. No one screamed. No one came. Now we’re moving, blindfolded, hearts pounding. I’m Eva. I’m sixteen. And if we don’t act fast, no one will ever find us.
Stolen Stars
In the year 2147, Earth's last defense against orbital threats lies in the hands of genetically enhanced teenage girls trained as elite starfighter pilots. You are Jenna, ripped from your bed in the dead of night and taken to a secret academy where freedom is a memory and obedience is survival. Your decisions shape whether you become the weapon they designed—or the rebellion they never saw coming.
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