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Zaria Dove A new discovery
I dropped everything I was doing and bolted after her, my heart racing. Something had to be wrong. Jennifer was tough, not the type to panic easily. I followed her down the winding path to the bunker, the cool, damp air filling my lungs. As we reached the entrance, a crowd of people had gathered, making a path for me to pass through.“Zaria!” A familiar voice rang out. My dad. He stood there, cleaned up and looking far better than the last time I’d seen him, though his face was still covered with worry. “Thank goodness you’re alright,” he said, pulling me into a quick embrace before stepping aside to let Jennifer lead me deeper inside.“This way,” Jennifer urged, her voice low as she guided me toward a dimly lit corner of the bunker. She stopped in front of a large, rusted wheel embedded in the circular wall—a giant mechanism that looked like it belonged to an old bank vault.“I don’t think Veronica knows anything about this,” Jennifer whispered, her gaze fixed on the wheel. “But it’s
Zaria Dove No Time to Grief
“No, Zaria! It all happened right before our eyes,” Kai said, his voice thick with disbelief. The weight of the moment pulled us together in a tight group hug, but the shock left me frozen. How could this be real? Why would anyone kill Bella? She wouldn’t hurt a soul."No..." I whispered, the denial clawing at my throat. "This can't be happening!" My voice broke into a yell. "How could they kill her? How could—" But my words faded, leaving me breathless, my mind spinning as if the very air had been stolen from me.I pulled away from them, my body trembling. “Prepare! Prepare for battle. We’re going to make him pay!” I demanded, wiping my tear-streaked face with the back of my hand. My rage boosting my strength with every second. I nodded, more to myself than anyone else, as the reality of the situation sank in.“Zaria!” Ella’s voice was soft, her steps cautious as she approached, concern evident on her face. But I reached out first, gripping her shoulders, forcing her to look into my
Zaria Dove An Unseen Threat
"This thing has a heartbeat!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with unease, her eyes fixed on the screen.I felt my stomach knot, the tension rising with every second. "What if it’s a human? Someone innocent?" My voice cracked, panic creeping into my words."No!" she snapped, her gaze darting between readings. "The heartbeat is… off. Abnormal. It's clocking in at 250 beats per minute. No human, even with a severe condition, could sustain that while moving this fast. This... this is something beyond what we’re ready for." Her fingers hovered over the screen, absorbing more data.Then she froze, her eyes widening. "It’s six feet tall, and only an inch from the barrier!" Her voice wavered. "It... it looks like a plane."I leaned closer, trying to make sense of the silhouette on the display. "A plane? But at that size? Who the hell would build a plane so small?" The shape on the screen did resemble an aircraft, but it was no larger than a child’s toy. Something was very, very wrong.Pan
Zaria Dove A Twisted Anomaly
The battlefield was chaos. Screams, explosions, and the endless rain of arrows and bullets filled the air. Bodies fell, and for every enemy I took down, two more seemed to replace them.As soon as Kai entered the control room, Veronica—rushing toward Kai. Her face was pale, eyes wide with panic, clearly overwhelmed by the chaos. She knelt beside him, but he waved her off, his voice hoarse but steady. "I'm not important right now! Get the guns in position, switch their directions, now!"He delivered my message without caring for his own condition.He gripped her shoulders firmly, but not harshly, guiding her to sit down on the seat. His eyes were intense, but his voice softened as he leaned in close, whispering in her ear. "I know this is overwhelming, but you’ve got this. You can do this."Veronica’s hands trembled as she began to adjust the machine gun controls, rotating the turrets to face the incoming enemy forces. It wasn't the first time she was facing a situation of war, but see
Zaria Dove Asteroid
As I fix my gaze on the ceiling of my prison cell, I notice the ceiling covered with dust and cobwebs. Tears stream down my face, wetting my hair, as I reflect on the torment that has plagued my existence. It has been an endless agony, a series of traumatic experiences. In the depths of my mind, I silently question, “Why, mother?” Even with blood trickling from my forehead, I am numb to any physical pain, or perhaps the pain is overshadowed by the weight of my emotional anguish. I feel sorry for my ignorance, as since we learned to walk, they fed us nothing but lies. ... Time to time, scientists have stumbled upon evidence suggesting that our world is not the only one in the galaxy. Some even propose the existence of hundreds of other worlds in different galaxies. However, uncertainty still hangs in the air. These theories speculate about the possibility of extraterrestrial life or other extraordinary beings that are as alive as we are, yet fundamentally different. The idea of
Zaria Dove Superiors
You get what I’m saying, right? Let me break it down for you. Type B, they’re like these mysterious beings, like ghosts that you can’t see or catch. We’ve all heard stories about them, and we even call them the unseen. The only time you can actually see them is when they choose to reveal themselves, but anyone who lays eyes on them meets a terrible fate. Type C has been training Type A and Type C tirelessly to fight against these unseen creatures, hoping to find a way to defeat them. There are only two known ways to kill them. First, you have to be super fast, because they move faster than light. I’m not entirely sure about this, though. The second way is when they decide to show themselves, but even then, it seems impossible to take them down. And just to be clear, when I talk about “Training Type A and Type C,” I definitely don’t mean women. Despite having advanced technology, their way of thinking is far from progressive. Only a few women, like maybe two or three, hold position
Zaria Dove So Called Home
I never really paid attention to what my mom said, not because I hated her or anything, but because I knew there was no way anyone could see me practicing on the rooftop. Our living space was like a long, narrow hostel or maybe even a prison. Behind us, a huge chunk of land floated high up in the sky, making it impossible for someone me or any other human being to reach it. Right in front of our home was the backside of this massive building, a Type C structure with shiny, thick bricks stacked up high. I had no idea what they were made of. On one side, there was a deep, dark void that seemed to stretch on forever, and on the other side, there were these tiny houses that looked tiny compared to the grandeur of my own building. That's why we called our place the Quadragenatorium, or QGT for short. So, you see, I had no reason to listen to my mom's warnings. As soon as she left, I took a look around my messy room and thought about how strange it was that women were only allowed to dec
Zaria Dove The Wounds of My Heart
However, this was not the reason he called out to me. He had probably forgotten my face by now. The reason he called out was because he saw me slip on the railing. Unfortunately, he lost sight of me when a girl passed a towel to another girl, and he couldn't find me anymore. Taking advantage of the situation, I managed to sneak past the crowd and quickly made my way to the bathroom before anyone else. "I can't even begin to explain how much I missed this!" I exclaimed as I stood under the hot shower, enjoying the soothing sensation of the water cascading down my skin. But my moment of relaxation was abruptly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Startled, I hurriedly rinsed off the remaining soap foam and hastily left the bathroom. Initially, we were required to come out in our towels for measurements, which were used to track our growth. Based on these measurements, we were then given multivitamins and specific foods to aid in our growth. After the measurements were done, I was