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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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 27
True colours [3]Tak~ Tak~The space was extremely quiet, except from the occasional footsteps as a result of the guards moving around. There were rows after rows of prison cubes and it was impossible to see who was inside.The guards were only able to know which prisoner was in which prison by checking the information tab on the door to each cell.The place was patrolled by almost fifteen guards, each fully armed. People like this weren't like normal securities, most of them were criminals that needed money and a place to hide.By recieving contracts from the company to hide for a few years and in return guard their cells, they managed to say under the radar from the authorities.This was ground negative 5, the final floor and what seeems like an impenetrable fortress. This place was so airtight, that even though the higher ups and the other branches located in other cities have already gotten a wind of what was going on, this floor was still in the dark.Ding~Which was why it was s
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 28
Family [1]The inside of the room was bland, the walls which looked to be made of a strange material were white, there was a small bed which was equally as white and the only thing of color in the room was the clothes Hana was wearing.They were blue, just like the rest of the victims that the guards called prisoners.‘How long has it been?” Hana wondered as she stared at the white ceiling. She couldn't tell how long she had been in here, maybe weeks or months.And with each passing day, she felt her mentality diminish a bit. Staring at white all day was really tasking on the nerves, it was the reason the organization made their cells in such a way.They wanted to slowly weaken the prisoners mentally. Those who were weak were already on the floor above in tubes and tanks.‘I wonder how he's doing, I hope he's surviving.’Hana used to work for this company, she had her suspicions but she was never sure of what they were doing. That was until they found out her secret, her grandson and
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 29
Family [2]“How are things in your end?” Eli asked Belamir. Both of them were no longer at the center of the warehouse where the office space was, instead, they stood outside the warehouse.Belamir raised his phone, taking a quick glance at the messages that kept pouring in. They were reporting messages telling him that his orders had been completed.“It's all proceeding smoothly.” Belamir replied. He glanced at Eli before gazing at the sky,“Just like you asked, solid in bags, liquid and gas in tanks. I still don't understand why you are gathering them though, apart from a few that seem important, the rest look irrelevant to me.”Eli chuckled. He sighed and he took a quick glance behind him at the warehouse, within, the rest of the members of Sanctuary were moving about, taking inventory and sorting the final resources.“Unlike the rest of you, Johanne told me every detail about the apocalypse.”Eli looked beside him at Belamir, Belamir looked back at him.“My brother plans to bring
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 30
The beginning of the end [1]Vwooom~The others marveled at the now empty warehouse. To them it was like a miracle but to me it wasn't. All it took was a bit of stamina and the activation of [Dimensional storage].Once the apocalypse arrives in two days and I awaken as a true anomaly, the consumption of stamina everytime I used my skills will reduce exponentially.This is because I will awaken my core and be able to use essence, the original energy for anomalies. I can't even imagine how much stronger my skills will become then.Now that I've gotten used to using my stamina, I'll be able to refine my essence and use it more effectively.All in all, I was somehow thrilled.“Huddle together and hold hands, I'll teleport it all out of here.” I announced.“Here…” belamir handed me a device that looked like a tracker.“The red dots are the location of the pickups. When are you planning on retrieving them?”I couldn't put my finger around it, but Belamir seemed different. I decided to ignor
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 31
The beginning of the end [2]“The governor's situation isn't improving, we need to do something about it.”“Well, at least it's not getting worse either.”“What can we do? We've been getting strange calls from various places, even the other governors are trying to hold a conference.”“I heard that something's brewing, some strange phenomenon.”“Does the public know about this?”“The public is still being kept in the dark. If they hear of it, panic will be the least of our worries.”Laramie sat before her father who lay still in the bed, her eyes were a bit hollow and she looked disheveled.Even though she wasn't consciously listening, she could still hear the voices of the personnels working under her father as they discussed.She was sure that the vice governor was with them but she couldn't care less. While the man never made a move against her father when he was in good health, she doubted it would be the same now.But none of that mattered to Laramie.‘I haven't been able to stop
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 32
The beginning of the end [3]Eli and Belamir walked through the corridors of the mansion, various people walked past them, each of them trying to fulfill the tasks that had been assigned to them.Things have been like this ever since they arrived. Now that the apocalypse was merely hours away, they had to focus more on building a stronghold and organizing as much as possible.Most still don't know what was coming next, except Johanne. They all knew that the apocalypse was coming but no one knew how it would look when it finally arrived.They also didn't know when it would arrive. They knew the date but the time seemed to elude them all.‘He never told me about it either.’ Eli noted inwardly. He wanted to ask but Johanne had been so busy ever since he woke up.Even now, he wasn't back from gathering the materials. Eli was worried but he also knew,‘There's no need to worry about him. If anything, I worry for whatever trouble might come his way.’“This man, Jason?” Belamir began,“...”
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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
