"Mia," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "It can't be. She's dead." With a swift motion, Richard retrieved the small knife he had managed to conceal on his person. He began to cut through the ropes that bound his wrists, the blade slicing through the fibers with a soft ripping sound. As the ropes fell away, Richard's hands were finally free. Richard moved like a panther, silent and swift, circling behind Scarlett. Before she could react, he pressed the sharp blade of the dagger against her throat, the cool metal digging into her skin. Scarlett froze, her body rigid as she felt the cold steel against her flesh. She could feel Richard's breath on her neck, his body close enough that she could feel the heat of him. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat as Richard's grip tightened, his hand holding the knife in place. Richard's voice was like ice, his words cold and threatening. "You may think you're invincible, Scarlett, but I would advise you to th
With every passing second, the vessel sank deeper into the inky depths of the ocean, the pressure increasing until it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on the crew's shoulders.Richard stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the chaos unfold.As the water enveloped him, Richard's initial panic gave way to a strange sense of calm. He felt his lungs expand, and to his amazement, he began to breathe in the water as easily as air! The sensation was both thrilling and terrifying, like discovering a hidden superpower.With each inhalation, Richard felt his body adapt, his lungs extracting oxygen from the water with efficiency. He gazed around in wonder, the darkness illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow emanating from the submarine's instruments.Richard knew he had but a limited time before the submarine self-destructive system had its final course.Richard's powerful strokes propelled him through the water, his body slicing through the waves
Richard broke through the surface of the ocean, taking in a deep breath of the salty air, even though he didn’t need to. The water slid off his skin as if it had never clung to him in the first place. His eyes quickly found the small boat, and standing at the edge was Mia, her face tight with concern."Richard!" she called out, reaching out to him.Without a word, he grabbed her hand, allowing her to help him onto the boat. As he stepped on deck, he glanced at Mia's furrowed brow as she quickly wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.“You’re freezing,” she said, her voice a mixture of worry and relief.Richard didn’t correct her. She didn’t know about his true nature—how the ocean was his realm and how cold was just another sensation he ignored. Instead, he played along, letting her fuss over him as she always did.He looked around the boat, a frown forming. “Where are the others? The refugees?”“I took them to the shore,” Mia said, her gaze drifting toward the distant land. “But... I
The truck rattled along the crumbling road as they drove through the outskirts of the city. Abandoned houses lined the streets, their windows shattered, and once busy storefronts now stood burnt and hollow, remnants of a world that no longer existed. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the wind that whipped through the broken buildings.Mia kept her eyes on the road, but her mind was restless, questions swirling in her head. She glanced at Richard, his face set in a tense silence, as if he were listening for something just beyond the edge of hearing.“Richard,” she asked, breaking the quiet, “why do you think the SSP wanted us to find you?”Richard glanced at her, his brow furrowing. He shook his head. “No idea,” he replied, his voice low and distracted.He looked out the window, taking in the desolate cityscape as they drove past. The streets were eerily empty, as if the entire population had vanished overnight. Burnt-out vehicles and debris cluttered the roads, making the
The moment the gun fired, everything seemed to slow. Richard’s senses sharpened, and just as the bullet shot toward him, time stopped. The world around him froze in place, the sound of the gunshot still echoing in the back of his mind. The bullet hung in the air, mere inches from his forehead, motionless in the stillness of the moment.Richard exhaled slowly, stepping toward the bullet. He studied it for a brief second, then reached out with his hand and gently pushed it aside. The bullet, frozen in time, drifted harmlessly out of his path, inches away from the impact it was meant to cause.He turned toward the truck, where Mia was frozen in place, the blade still at her throat, her eyes wide with fear. The man holding her was locked in a cruel grin, his body frozen mid-action.Richard walked calmly to the truck, his mind focused and clear. There was no rush, time was at a standstill, and in this moment, he had complete control.He began by reaching for Mia. Gently, he pulled her out
Richard turned to leave, but Mia stepped in front of him, her expression hard, one hand on her waist and the other pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Not until you explain what just happened to me.”Richard froze, trying to keep his face neutral. “What do you mean? They're all dead,” he replied, feigning innocence as he attempted to brush past her. “We were attacked, I handled it.”But Mia didn’t budge. “Yeah, they're dead, but how did we go from being attacked to becoming the attacker in the blink of an eye?” Her eyes were sharp, filled with both confusion and suspicion. “One second, a gun was fired, and the next... they were all dead. And I didn’t even see you move.”Richard’s jaw tightened. He could feel the weight of her gaze, the demand for answers hanging heavily in the air. He had always known this moment would come, that eventually, Mia would ask questions. He had just hoped it wouldn’t b
Before the first group could make a move on Mia, heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. A second group of men emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with hunger. These newcomers, five in total, were larger, meaner-looking, their clothes stained with blood from their last meal.“Well, well,” the leader of the second group sneered, his lips curling into a twisted smile. “What do we have here? Haven’t seen meat this pretty in a long time.”The first group bristled, their hands tightening around their makeshift weapons. The man who had struck Mia with the wood stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “We got to her first,” he growled, glancing over at Mia’s unconscious body. “You should leave.”The second group exchanged glances, smirking. “You think you can claim her for yourselves?” the leader asked, his voice mocking. “This is an apocalypse, not a restaurant. It’s survival of the fittest, and we’re the ones who’ll be eating tonight.”Tension crackled in the air as the two groups s
The leader stood tall on a makeshift platform in the center of the camp, his voice booming over the chaotic crowd. "My fellow brothers and sisters," he began, arms raised in dramatic proclamation. His eyes gleamed with malicious glee as he pointed toward Mia, who stood helpless, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth covered by a dirty rag. "It gladdens my heart to present to you a special meat, for a special occasion!"The crowd erupted in wild cheers, their faces twisted with hunger and madness. They looked like walking nightmares, skin hanging loose, teeth stained yellow and brown, their clothes little more than filthy rags. Their eyes burned with feral anticipation as they jeered and spat, their hands reaching out toward Mia as though they could already taste her flesh.The leader grinned wickedly, basking in their twisted adoration. "Prepare the fire!" he roared. "We are roasting this one!"A few of the men scrambled toward a crude pit in the middle of the camp, where they beg