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CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 1
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,
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 2
THE MEETING I stared out the window as the can drove into the compound, I had a funny feeling in my heart. This was the house I grew up in and while part of those memories were tainted by my foster parents, the rest them were very precious to me.These memories were the only thing that kept me going through the last days of humanity and after the end, they were the ones that made me kill myself and preserve whatever was left of my humanity.And now, I had just given up my ownership rights. But I knew it was because of the future, it had to be done.I paid off the cab driver and began walking towards the house and just as I expected, James, my foster father was standing on the balcony of the mansion, staring daggers at me.I stared back, my composure as cool as possible. I’ve battle beasts that would make the devil himself tremble and piss his pants, I wasn’t about to be scared of a coward.James expression subtly changed, I could see the surprise in his eyes, just as I thought. The
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 3
“I went to the future.” I could hear my voice echo through the living room, reverberating across the vast space. The silence was deafening and for a moment, I thought I had spoken in my mind and the others were still waiting for me to say something.But I always count on a fool like James to reassure me as he bursts into laughter a few moments later. I stared at both the laughing James and Maria who couldn't help the small smile on her face. I could see the ridicule in their eyes, the condescending look, the same one Maria had on her face just after she threw my brother to the shamblers and confronted me about my parents death.Just staring at her made my blood boil and I felt a bubbling rage seething within. But just then, I felt a soft hand touch mine and I looked beside me to see Eli with eyes as pure as I remember, staring at me. Although he had a look of confusion, I could see that he was waiting for an explanation.I smiled and continued,“In the future, the world will face a di
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 4
“Why are you doing this?” Maria asked, tears streaming down her face. Every single ounce of confidence and her silly sense of superiority were all gone, all that was left was a deep seated fear that made body tremble.I like it, because now, I was sure she was scared of me. But I also hated it, because it angered me to know that she could have this kind of expression and feel this kind of fear after she unhesitatingly threw my brother into the hands of shamblers.“Tell me what happened to my parents.” I asked again on a cold tone.“Johanne, what's wrong?” Eli asked and I looked at him. I was a bit surprised that he wasn't more scared, or at least even if he was, he was doing a good job hiding it. “Is it true? Did you really do to the future? How did you vanish from behind me?”“Eli, I'll explain everything later, but before then, I want you to bear with me and see this through, because soon, you'll be seeing more things like this.”“Torture and blood?” Eli asked,“No, a lot worse.”“T
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 5
PRELUDE “Take this,” I reach into my dimensional storage and brought out a wrapped burger, handing it to Eli. We were in the lift of the company. We obviously didn't enter through the front door, I directly transported Eli and I into the lift.I would have directly traveled to his office but I had to be careful, a lot of things could go wrong. And also, Eli advised against it, like he knew that was exactly what I was going to do.Eli looked at me with amazement as he collected the burger and I couldn't help but blush. I missed the look of adoration.“This is really cool! How did you do it?” He asked, already unwrapping the burger to take a bite.“I am a special space anomaly. I had many talents but I'm currently down to only two; dimensional traveling and dimensional storage.”“I see. So you can travel through dimensions and store things in your own space? That's awesome! Can I see?” Eli asked. He made sure to chew before talking.“Unfortunately, only non living things can go in ther
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 6
HASTE This! This can't be possible! What's wrong? Is the timeline speeding up? Because of me and my actions? I thought that was just some sci-fi nonsense.Eli looked at me, I could tell from his gaze that he had guessed the same thing. I sighed and looked at Jason, my gaze as serious as possible.“What's going on? Who are you and how do you know the world is about to end?” Jason asked. I could tell from his voice that there was a seed of belief within him which was a good sign.“I can't tell you how I know, you'll just have to take my word for it.” I began. I stood up and began to walk around, arranging my thoughts.“It was supposed to begin a month from now, exactly thirty days. The humidity of earth will suddenly increase, the temperature skyrocketing. The space research centers confirmed that the ozone layer had mutated, filtering in UV rays that have evolved and causing serious damage to earth. This was the first sign.”“But we found the changes first!” Jason said absentmindedly.
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 7
STRATEGIST I appeared at an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere with Eli beside me. This time, although his face was pale, he wasn't throwing up.Eli looked around, “this is where the daughter of the governor stays?” He asked with a smirk,“Of course not. This is an abandoned warehouse. I never thought I would get the coordinates right.”“What are we doing here?” Eli asked as we both walked forward. I pushed the door open and revealed the inside of the warehouse. It could only be described as vast. It was very large.“This,...this is where you are going to work for the next twenty four hours. It will be pretty hectic.”“What is it I'm supposed to do? The place is empty.”I reached out and shapes began to take form. In the blink of an eye, everything that was in my dimensional storage appears in the warehouse. I've only managed to fill up less than one tenth of it hence the warehouse could contain it all.“Woah!” Eli exclaimed. He looked impressed. “I thought you were exagger
CHRONICLES OF THE LAST SURVIVOR Chapter 8
LIFE IN AN APOCALYPSE Laramie was more than a strategist, she was a fighter and I mean that literally. If this was an ancient time, she would be a commander, and to make it even better, Laramie awakened a relatively powerful special ability as a special anomaly; aura manipulation.Aura manipulation enabled Laramie to manipulate her aura, infusing emotions into it to affect her surroundings. It might sound pretty weak but know that killing intent isn't real, it's just a feeling. Now imagine if it was real, if it materialized into the real world and you could feel one's intent to kill touching your skin? Now imagine if one could infuse an army with that same intense intent to kill, making them all hate you and much as you hate them. Laramie was one of a kind.And the reason this was all possible, the reason why she awakened was because of the trauma her father's death caused her.I didn't immediately notice, and if not for how sad she was and me piecing in the fact that time seemed to
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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
