Stefan's Last Run
I never thought I’d miss the sound of engines. Not the roar of tanks or corporate jets—but just *any* engine running. Now, noise is death. Every footstep, every breath risks drawing them if they are close. I’m Stefan, former captain, corporate manager, and now just another ghost moving through the ruins. New Arcadia is out there—supposedly clean, safe, human. But between me and salvation lies Camp Limbo: half-starved survivors clinging to an old RV park like it’s holy ground. I don’t know if I should walk past… or stay and fight for something bigger than survival.My boots crunch on broken glass as I exit my truck and crouch behind my truck. Heart hammering. Breath held. Fifty yards ahead, the main gate of Camp Limbo swings open—creaking like a death rattle. A child laughs. Too loud. Too carefree. I wince. They don’t know how far sound carries now.
Two figures drag a deer carcass inside. Smoke curls from a dozen chimneys. Life. Real, breathing life. I haven’t seen this many people together since the fall of Chicago.
Then—a flicker in the trees across the field. Movement. Fast. Low. My soldier’s eye catches it: three infected, drawn by the noise, sprinting in perfect sync. Not random. Not mindless. Hunting.
I check my rifle. One magazine. Ten rounds. I can take two down. Maybe. The third will breach the gate.
Do I scream a warning and risk drawing more? Charge in guns blazing and hope I’m fast enough? Or let it happen… and see how they handle the horror before I commit to joining them? Elena, my companion, looks at me and murmurs: "What do we do?"
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The Last Road to New Arcadia
Two months ago, the world ended with a whisper—not a bang. The infected don’t moan; they *listen*. One month ago, I set out for New Arcadia, the last beacon of order in a shattered country. One week ago, I crawled into Camp Limbo, half-dead and empty-handed. Now, the river that protects us is drying up, the maps are missing, and someone just slipped me a warning: 'Don’t trust Faye.' But it’s too late—she already knows I’m coming. And in this silence, every step echoes like a death sentence.
Echoes Of Tomorrow
I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.
Before I Was Born
You’re not born yet, but you’re aware—fully, terrifyingly conscious in the dark warmth of the womb. Thoughts form before lungs exist, emotions surge without words. Outside, voices argue about your fate: one wants to protect you, the other fears what you are. You feel the tremors of their conflict in every heartbeat. This is no ordinary pregnancy. You carry something ancient, something powerful. And time is running out—for both of us.
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