The Flying White Cranes were the most sentient of the mutated creatures. After the destruction of the meteor ceased, and a new order was formed, flying cranes became a girl's best friend and the most flexible medium of transportation. Few and far in between, the Flying White Cranes were tightly controlled by the military and former officials, with only one or two in the hands of unaffiliated superhumans. They were used to attract superhumans to a power base and distributed according to a contribution system. Superhumans who hunted more mutated plants and animals, and brought greater resources back to the base, not only received better treatment in terms of living conditions and the type of food they consumed but also got the qualification to choose their own flying crane from a tightly guarded and raised flock. All the superhumans on the Honor Roll were in possession of a White Crane in some form or another. Ordinary superhumans and regular humans, on the other hand...could only d
"The hell! What am I seeing?" "She...she mounted the crane..." "And we can't see that?" The spectating people were flabbergasted. The scene of the slender figure leaping into the air, striking the giant eagle, then shooting towards the crane and sitting on its back, unceasingly replayed in their minds until their senses went numb. "She...is she really just an evolved human?" One of Charlie's men muttered despondently. He found it hard to swallow a normal superhuman, a female one at that, possessed the mind frame to execute such moves without a change in expression. Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, the group of humans and superhumans nervously gulped and tightened their grip on each other. No one dared to comment or reply to the man's question. In this world, there were some things that required courage. Some required strength, while others required intelligence. The woman before them wasn't just one who possessed courage and strength. She was a marvelous creation embodied with a per
In the center of Cyprus was a vast, rocky landscape. Isolated from the rest of the country by water on all sides, an ancient, primitive forest could be seen encircling a tall blue-gray mountain that stretched into the clouds. Bellowing mist swirled around the mountain, and shrouded the numerous trees and wild vegetation in a mystical haze. A few miles from the forest stood a stone mansion half as tall as the mountain. Obstructed outside the mansion, hordes of zombies banged on a towering steel gate, their animalistic growls filling the air. On the other side of the gate, a few inches from the zombie horde, severed arms and legs were strewn about. This was Sapphire Island. "Brother, what do we do now? Our trick only managed to draw some of the zombies away. What should we do with the remaining horde?" A weak voice with the high pitch of a young female sounded a small distance from the steel gate. "If we must, we'll sacrifice another. But we will not die here." A deep male voice wit
"Brother?" Noting her brother's absentmindedness, Naomi frowned disgruntledly. She was starving to the point where she could feel her stomach attach to her back, and yet, he was spacing out? Didn't he care about her at all? Having never endured any difficulties before, the girl felt neglected by her brother's attitude. Kaiden snapped back to his senses and rubbed his sister's head with a melancholic smile. "Naomi, be good. Brother will get you something to eat soon, okay?" He cajoled. "Soon. Just how soon? You've been saying you'll get me something to eat since yesterday. But how do you hope to accomplish that with those creatures beneath us?" He said he would draw the remaining zombies away, but Naomi couldn't wait that long. She was hungry, so hungry she could...she could eat anything! Her eyes swiveled to the chunks of meat inside the gate, and she inadvertently rubbed her empty stomach. She knew they were human arms and thighs, but that didn't stop her from imagining barbe
Heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach, Brad warily crawled to his knees and studied this new foe through hooded eyes. A female clad in black with knee-length black hair, and the cleanest complexion he had ever seen, led the group. Beautiful. That was the first word that entered his mind when he saw her picturesque features. He was illiterate and his vocabulary limited. But even if he was educated, he was certain he wouldn't have found a more perfect word to accurately convey the beauty of the woman before him. She looked delicate, but her steps carried graceful majesty. Her waist was so slender he felt he could cover it with one hand. But years of experience told him she was no easy picking. One look in her violet orbs, and his courage wilted as easily as a flower caught in a blaze. 'No. She is no easy picking.' Brad decided to tread with caution. "Marcus, Celio, anchor the boats and make sure you hide them in a place where no one can find them." Ella paused and sent a few
With ugly expressions and disgusted scowls, one by one, the group of women slowly pushed to their feet and stood behind Kiera in an unmistakably supportive manner. Ella's frown deepened at the sight. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. The group of women weren't taken with the man by her side. Heh. How hilarious! Did they think this was still the same world? People were turning into flesh-eating monsters, while the government packed their weapons and vehicles and went into hiding with a select few. Rapists, murderers, drug dealers, human traffickers...in this world where there was no law and order, any male or woman walking on the street could become one of them. Unfortunately, this group of people had yet to digest the true reality of their situation and accept the collapse of the world they knew. In Ella's eyes, their rigid mindset and intense reaction were amusing, to say the least. But more than that, it was alarming. Such a group of fools...if she cont
There were some matters in life that took a lifetime to comprehend. Others took only a glance to understand. For Charlie, Ella was a mystery he couldn't see through. His lighting superpower gave him the ability to see auras. People who were vile and sinister, like Kuram and Stacy, had a cloak of gray fog hovering over their heads. Some, like Kiera, had a mixture of white and gray fog, which he believed to be neutral, neither good nor bad. As for Ella...she was an anomaly. No fog to show whether she was a good or bad person, making it difficult for him to decide what kind of person she was. But it was this inability to see through that made him want to stick around her. "Cha...Charlie...what the hell are you saying? You want to stay with her? I never knew you were the ungrateful type!" Kiera hissed, nostrils flaring as orange sparks flickered on her hands. Whether it was from rage or embarrassment, Charlie didn't know. And truthfully? He didn't care. "Who's ungrateful? Kiera, if
Dust and splinters blasted her face. Her commanding cry had yet to fade when a blood-curdling screech reminiscent of an evil spirit's shrill wail reverberated in the blinding darkness. Kiera slashed and hacked, scorched and burnt every tendril and vine that neared her body. Her green orbs glowed with a crazed frenzy as the shrill wail grew closer and closer to her back. The ominous, bloodthirsty aura suffocated her. It pressed on her chest and made her limbs as heavy as if she was fighting against the pressure of a giant mountain. As her speed decreased, her steps faltered, and her mind became sluggish. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, and her chin trembled inadvertently. Kiera felt bone-deep fear. All around her were withered corpses, torn and shredded limbs. Half of her companions were dead. The other half, with the aid of their men, had fled to who knew where. There was something lurking in the shadows, stalking and preying on her and her people. Bloodthirsty and filled