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Day thirty-five It has been a while. It had been safer at the military base, as expected. The base hadn’t been attacked so far and for that..

Day thirty-seven Still nothing had happened. My mum and little sister were slowly regaining hope. But I knew better. I knew they were coming for ..

Day thirty-eight My sleep had been interrupted by the blaring sounds of the alarm. I had groggily crawled out of my bed and looked out of the win..

Day thirty-nine I had woken up from my slumber with a start. The sirens had stopped blaring, but I had not been relieved. Because instead of sire..

Day forty I had waited a whole day. My back hurt from being bent for two nights and a day. But I had to be sure that it was save to come out of h..

It had been ten days. Ten days since I killed my mother and sister. Ten days since I had shut myself off from my emotions. I had sear..

Another five days of living in this nightmare. Five days of wandering around in hopes of finding a safe place and nursing the wound on my arm. ..

I remember bleeding heavily from my arm, the injured one. I remember those damned creatures finding me. I remember the sound of my daggers b..

An apocalypse came upon earth. As the only survivor of her village mystique sets out to find others. There’s only one rule in this new world..