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CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 19
Monster:“What?” I stared at Nikita, I was shocked. I mean, I knew she had a thing for very rare materials but I never imagined it would have such a huge sway in her opinion. She didn't even hesitate!I watched as she picked up the orb, her cold expression softening as she began examining it. I remained quiet, watching the whole process. After a few minutes, she nodded her head in satisfaction and looked at me.“This must seem a little strange to you.”“It is. I heard you had a thing for rare materials but I never thought it was to this extent.” Nikita smiled, not a happy one but a smile that hid memories within.“Why?” she suddenly asked.I furrowed my brows, I couldn't understand what she was asking. She noticed my confusion and rephrased her words, “why do you want to help humanity? Why are you going out of your way to create a safe space?”“Can't I just want to do something for the sake of my race?” I chuckled in reply.Nikita gave me a blank stare, one that told me that she didn'
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 20
Spar:My mouth twitched as I watched Hank, the leader of the armed men, fill Nikita and my cup with red wine. Nikita asked him to grab us a bottle of wine from the cellar and serve us. I was surprised when he complied albeit reluctantly.According to Nikita, this was what usually happens to most people that come for her. Since she was so valued, she would use them to clean up the house and have them do chores around for some days before sending them back empty handed.No wonder she was so notorious.“I need a weapon,” I began, “one that is good enough to fight a shambler. Can you make me one?”“That will be quite difficult, these things must be extremely powerful.” Nikita sighed. She took a sip of her wine, the redness seems to match her lips.“Yes, normal weapons usually don't work on them, only weapons forged with cores gotten from them can deal real damage.”“Then how do you plan on fighting them?” I looked at Hank and he immediately scowled, “it's not like I believe your nonsense
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 21
Overlap:I smiled at Nikita, I knew how she was feeling. When I first fought against an experienced fighter, it was the same for me too, back then, those on the frontline had various ways of fighting in close combat against their foes.Due to some reasons, I was limited in the usage of my abilities and had to fight in close combat, and long story short, I almost died. The man attacked in the most awkward ways, they were almost impossible to block and I ended up making too many mistakes out of anger.“You are very skilled, normally, one would find it hard to block my attacks.”“That is no way to fight.” Nikita narrowed her eyes. She was pissed.“Unfortunately, when you are fighting with your life on the line, anything goes.” I shrugged, I was telling the truth.“Anything goes? Then why don't we go all out?” Nikita suddenly smiled. I could see the sly glint in her eyes and I could immediately tell what she was thinking. She was probably hoping to get leverage against me by using her abi
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 22
A warning:“Johanne! You are back!” Eli called out. Just like I thought, we arrived here, on top of the tank where the Spatial lock was, but the experience was different. Instead of just sensing the lock and teleporting, I used my spatial sense and kaleidoscope, it was surreal.Just like I thought, it was possible to place a spatial lock in the kaleidoscope, but unlike the normal spatial lock which made it so I could only teleport to that spot, the kaleidoscope lock worked more like a spatial node, an unnaturally create one.This made it so that just like a normal spatial node, I could sense my surroundings and appear almost anywhere within the range of my Spatial sense.Currently, my abilities were limited by a lack of essence; essence were energies that anomalies use. This energy was stored at the heart and can be refined through meditation as well as absorbing from the cores of shamblers.Unfortunately, the energy is only present in awakened ones, this is the reason why not just me
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 23
Four days left:The space was quiet and everyone stared at me with strange looks like they were seeing me for the first time. I didn't mind, the silence was good, although my head still ached, it wasn't as bad.“Johanne, are you okay?” Eli came beside me and placed a hand on my head. I looked at him, unlike the rest of the people around, he had a look of concern.“I'm fine.” I muttered. Thomas stood up and staggered to where the other vagabonds gathered. I watched him go.“Nikita will be joining us, as a member of the council, she will be in charge of weaponry and rare materials. We will be using her mansion as our base.”“Really? I heard her mansion is in the middle of nowhere.” Smith responded. Seeing my blank look, she continued, “you stayed that the vagabonds will be part of the resources gathering team, it will be almost impossible for us to go back and forth between the base and the city.”“Don't worry, I'll take care of that.” I had plans of opening portals for them to move any
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 24
underground labPop! We appeared in front of the familiar building, Celestial enterprise. It was late in the night and there was no security outside, but I knew that that was because the securities were focused on guarding the inside.“Woah, that was crazy.” Thomas exclaimed. Unlike what I expected, he wasn't cold to me when we met again, apparently, he doesn't bare a grudge because he believes that the strong dominates the weak.Such a simple philosophy but yet an effective mindset, it has it's own setbacks though but who am I to complain? As long as the brute is on my side.Along with me was Nikita and the vagabonds, seven of us in total and I finally learned the names of the vagabonds; There's Smith, the leader, then Thomas the brute, the fatty is Taurus, the skinny is Jack and the creepy is owl. Quite the pack.“What did it look like? Or feel like?” I asked the group. I wanted to know what they saw.“Well, it was like we just vanished, like the world blinked and we appeared here.
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 25
True colours:“Huh?” the young man stared at us, dumbfounded. I smirked, everything suddenly became clear to me. No wonder they left this guy here, he knew about the underground lab but the information he knew was different.This was a brilliant strategy on the masterminds part, after all, if this man was to be the stand-in CEO, he would find out about the underground lab and he might want to snoop around.This was humans nature, curiosity. But by telling him what was supposedly in the lab and by giving him a key, which I'm sure he has, they totally quenched his curiosity.This made it so that the underground lab would just seem like any other lab and make it unappealing to the mind.“Hey, cut the nonsense pretence, we know about it all already.” Thomas yelled at the young man. He flinched and his fear returned in full force.“Calm down, Thomas. He's right, or at least he believes he is.”“What?” Thomas and the rest looked confused, except Nikita and Smith who from their expressions, I
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 26
True colours [2]It was utter chaos. Marks eyes were wide as he stepped out of the elevator, following closely behind Johanne, he was unsure of why he did that, but for some reason, he felt this man would be able to guarantee his safety.But that was more of a passive feeling.What he was currently feeling was utter shock, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had been equally surprised when a young man barged into his office and accused the company of partaking in human experiments, but he assumed that there must have been a mistake.He knew that the company was corrupt, but as a nobody who only managed to become the secretary of the CEO by sheer hardwork and luck, he knew better. Which was why he looked the other way most times, but he never expected that the stranger would be saying the truth.Now that he was seeing it with his own eyes, the detached body parts, the smell of blood, and the madness in the eyes of the scientists that even fear couldn't completely conceal, he fe
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Chapter 46
Strengthening Bonds and Dividing Roles The morning sun cast a soft, golden light over the camp, filtering through the trees and reflecting off the makeshift buildings that now made up our sanctuary. Though small and humble, this place was beginning to feel like a stronghold, a last line of defense against the chaos that raged outside. But a stronghold needed more than walls. It needed structure, roles, and people ready to defend it with every ounce of strength they had.The recent attacks, along with our discovery of the serum, had made it clear that we couldn’t rely on chance or hope. If we were going to protect what we’d built, we needed to organize—each person playing their part to ensure that when the next threat came, we’d be ready.I stood in the center of camp, a map spread out on a table in front of me. The others had gathered around: Hana, Eli, Dr. Reese, and Morgan, along with several of the new recruits who’d joined us in recent weeks. Each face held a mix of resolve and un
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Chapter 45
Medical BreakthroughThe smell of antiseptic lingered heavily in the air, mixing with the ever-present scent of fear that seemed to permeate the medical bay. I could see it in the hollow stares of the survivors who milled around the infirmary, their faces pale and eyes haunted. They knew that once infection took hold, there was nothing to do but wait for the inevitable. A slow descent, ending in a transformation into something unrecognisable—a monster.But that hopelessness was exactly why we were here now. If there was even a chance to change the course of infection, to find some kind of solution, it was worth every risk. And Dr. Reese, our resident medic, might have finally found the key.Reese stood by a table covered in medical equipment and vials of strange, murky liquid, his face drawn but determined. The doctor was an older man, with silver hair cropped short and eyes that seemed to have seen more than they should. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, it was with the certaint
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Chapter 44
Encounter with the Cult of the AwakenedThe day was unseasonably warm as we trekked through the wasteland, our boots kicking up dust that clung to the dry air. Hana walked ahead, her gaze fixed on the horizon, with Eli and Morgan following close behind, alert and ready. We were scouting a rumored safe zone to the south—a lead Morgan had picked up from a trader who’d passed through days ago. If the trader was right, the place could have shelter, even stockpiles of water.We reached a clearing, where a small compound sat nestled against the rocks. But as we approached, something felt... wrong. A heavy silence hung in the air, thicker than usual, almost oppressive. I stopped, signaling for the others to halt as we took in the scene.The compound was oddly pristine, its walls painted with symbols that looked like a twisted fusion of religious icons and geometric patterns, each one centered around an eye. At the front gate, two figures stood guard, clad in robes embroidered with the same s
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Chapter 43
A New Power EmergesThe night air was crisp as I walked alone through the perimeter of our sanctuary, letting my thoughts settle after the intense mission at the bunker. We’d secured the supplies we needed, but my mind was restless. There was a heaviness that lingered, the shadows of past battles and the ominous sense that greater challenges lay ahead.I closed my eyes, focusing on the space around me, feeling the familiar hum of energy that had become second nature. My spatial domain had always been a part of me, a constant pulse in the background of my awareness. But tonight, something felt... different.A faint tremor sparked deep within, an unfamiliar sensation, like a flicker of electricity jolting through my veins. The power felt stronger, denser, as if it had grown in intensity, shifting from a steady current to a raging river. I drew in a deep breath, grounding myself as I let the energy spread, expanding my domain further than I’d ever dared.As I did, time itself seemed to s
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Chapter 42
Securing the BunkerThe air inside the bunker was heavy, thick with the stench of decay and mildew. Darkness clung to every corner, broken only by the faint beams of our flashlights cutting through the gloom. Our footsteps echoed off the walls, too loud in the oppressive silence, a constant reminder that any wrong move could alert whatever was hiding in the shadows.“We need to keep this tight,” I whispered, gesturing for Hana and Eli to flank me while Morgan covered the rear. Every nerve in my body was on edge, senses sharpened by the knowledge that we were trespassing in a place that hadn’t seen light—or life—in a long time.We moved cautiously down the main corridor, the walls lined with cracked tiles and patches of mold, evidence of years of neglect. Storage rooms branched off on either side, some doors ajar, revealing shelves stacked with cans, boxes, and forgotten crates. Supplies—exactly what we’d come for—but none of us dared move just yet. This bunker had the same feeling as
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Chapter 41
The Resource DilemmaThe early morning haze settled over the sanctuary, and with it, an uneasy silence. I stood in the supply depot, taking stock of what little remained. Shelves that once held row upon row of rations and water purifiers were now close to bare. Despite our best efforts to ration, the supplies we had carefully hoarded were disappearing faster than I’d anticipated.The reason was simple—our numbers were growing. Every day, it seemed, we encountered new survivors, each one desperate for a safe haven. While every face we saved was another chance at rebuilding, it was also another mouth to feed, another body to protect. Resources that were once enough for a small team were now stretched thin, and it was only a matter of time before we’d hit a breaking point.I ran a hand over my face, the weight of our situation settling heavily on my shoulders. As I glanced up, I saw Hana walking in, her expression as grim as mine.“You see the numbers?” I asked, though I already knew the
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Chapter 40
Reinforcing Morale and PurposeThe camp was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that settled in after a close call, when adrenaline faded and left behind only exhaustion. Yesterday’s attack had taken its toll on everyone, from the veterans to the rookies. I could see it in their slumped shoulders, the heavy footsteps, the way they barely spoke, each one wrapped in thoughts of what lay ahead.As I moved through the camp, I felt the weight of each gaze that avoided mine, each nod that barely mustered a trace of energy. We couldn’t go on like this, not if we wanted to survive. It wasn’t just our defenses that needed fortifying—it was us.“Everyone,” I called out, my voice cutting through the silence. Faces turned toward me, wary but attentive. “Meet at the center of camp tonight. We’re going to take a breather.” There was a murmur, but I saw the flicker of curiosity spark in a few eyes. Good—that was something.When evening came, I set up a small gathering space in the center of camp, a
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Chapter 39
The Rise of Anomaly WarfareThe air around the sanctuary felt charged, a tension like the edge of a storm. It had been days since we’d welcomed Morgan and his people, days spent combing over the information he’d shared about The Coalition and experimenting with new defenses. There was no mistaking it—the fights ahead were going to be unlike anything we’d faced before.I stood in the clearing at the center of camp, watching as the team gathered in a circle around me, faces set with grim determination. Today was going to be different. We couldn’t rely on luck or makeshift tactics anymore; it was time to see what we were truly capable of.“Everyone here?” I called out, my gaze sweeping over them. Eli, Hana, Morgan, and the rest of our crew. Each of them had something unique to offer, powers that, if used right, would make us a force no one could take lightly.“Today, we’re focusing on harnessing our anomaly powers,” I continued. “We’re not just going to be survivors. We’re going to be re
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Chapter 38
Scouting and New AlliesThe morning sun broke through the thick clouds, casting a pale, washed-out light across the desolate landscape. There was a strange calm about it, the sort of silence that stretched on for miles in every direction, broken only by the wind carrying dust and whispers of the devastation that had come before.I adjusted the strap on my pack, scanning the broken skyline of what was once the town of Fairbank. Abandoned buildings stood like grave markers, silent and still, each one holding its own story of whatever last stand, last struggle, or final failure had taken place. Now, they were nothing but remnants, waiting for someone—or something—to reclaim them.Eli was a few paces behind me, eyes sharp and alert. His movements were quieter now, more controlled than they had been even a few days ago. Out here, you either learned fast, or you didn’t last long. Hana, our head of reconnaissance, scouted ahead, her figure small against the empty streets but every step delib
