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CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR 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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The Calm Before the StormI observed the final delivery vehicle departing from the warehouse with a sly smile. As expected, the room was piled with boxes of bottled water, bags of rice, and cans of food. I was the last human on a barren earth a week ago. I'm back in the world that existed before everything went topsy-turvy."Excellent," I whispered to myself, my voice resonating through the deserted warehouse.I lifted my hand and looked at the supply heaps. All the items disappeared with a single thought, absorbed into my spatial storage. My warehouse held an enormous expanse that measured thirty football fields in length and ninety meters in height. The finest part is that nothing kept inside was impacted by time. I smiled. I intend to occupy every square inch of it.My thoughts were cut off when my phone buzzed with a notice. My eyes darted to the television. Confirmation of daily necessities supply from an additional source. I lifted the phone to my ear and tapped the screen.Yes,
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