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A file, half buried under a stack of documents, its cover marked with a red stamp that read --CLASSIFIED-. I frowned, pulling it free and brushing off the dust. The file was thick, its pages crinkled and worn, but the moment I opened it, I knew I’d found something important. The first page was filled with technical jargon—words like 'biological enhancement,' 'genetic modification,' and 'experimental trials.' My stomach twisted as I flipped through the pages, my heart racing. The more I read, the more it became clear: this hospital hadn’t just been treating patients. It had been conducting experiments. Secret experiments. And then I found the date. The experiments had started just months before The Burning. My hands trembled as I continued to read, my mind racing. The file detailed a project—something called 'Project Genesis' It was vague, filled with scientific terms I didn’t fully understand, but one thing was clear: they had been experimenting with humans. Trying to enhanc
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The crackle of static was the first sound that broke the silence of the night. I fronze, my hand hovering over the small, battered radio, unsure if it was just another burst of interference. But then, through the distortion, a voice cut through—a voice that sounded so alien to me that I almost couldn’t process what I was hearing. '…repeat, this is New Haven. We are accepting survivors. Safe shelter, food, and medical supplies available. Coordinates… twelve degrees north, forty-one degrees west… anyone who can hear this...' I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of cruel trick? I turned the dial, adjusting the frequency, desperate to catch the rest of the message.Deja vu was hitting me like a tone of bricks. '…repeat, this is New Haven. We are accepting survivors. Safe shelter…' The voice faded into static again, but I had heard enough. A settlement. A real, honest-to-god settlement offering safety, supplies, and—most importantly—hope. F
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Midday, we came across the first sign of life we’d seen in days: a small camp of refugees huddled around a makeshift fire. There were about a dozen of them—men, women, and even a couple of kids—looking ragged and worn, their clothes tattered and their faces gaunt with hunger. They looked up as we approached, their eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and desperation. Ben held up a hand in a gesture of peace, and we stopped a few feet away from the group. “We’re just passing through,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We heard about a settlement called New Haven. Do you know anything about it?” The refugees exchanged uneasy glances, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t going to answer. But then an older man stepped forward, his face lined with age and exhaustion. He looked us up and down with weary eyes before speaking. “We came from New Haven,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Or what’s left of it.” My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean, ‘what’s left of it’?” The man sig
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The sun was unforgiving. It beat down on us relentlessly, turning the cracked earth beneath our feet into a furnace. Every step felt like wading through sand, slow and exhausting, each breath a struggle as the dry air parched my throat. My injury throbbed with every movement—a sharp, stabbing pain that radiated up my leg and made me grit my teeth to keep from crying out. But I kept going. I had to. We’d been walking for days, the coordinates from the radio transmission our only guide. Ben had argued that we should take a longer route, one that would let us avoid the worst of the wasteland’s dangers, but I had insisted we take the direct path. We didn’t have time to waste. My leg wasn’t going to hold up much longer, and our supplies were almost gone. Every moment we spent out here was another moment closer to death. I glanced over at Sarah, who was trudging along beside me, her expression distant. She was quiet, as she had been for most of the journey. Ever since we’d left the r
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Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket. “New Haven… it was supposed to be a safe place. A real community. And for a while, it was. But things changed. People got desperate. Power-hungry. It became less about survival and more about control. The leaders—if you can even call them that—started turning on each other. It turned into a war zone.” I felt the ground shift beneath me, my heart sinking. “Why didn’t you say anything before? Why did you let us come all this way?” “I didn’t know,” Sarah said, her voice cracking. “I didn’t know if it had gotten better, if maybe things had changed. But after hearing what those refugees said… I don’t think it has. I think it’s still the same.” A heavy silence fell over us, the weight of her words pressing down like a stone in my chest. Ben was the first to break the silence. “So, what do we do? Turn back?” I shook my head, the flicker of hope that had been keeping me going now a dull ember. “We can’t turn ba
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The body hung limp in the barbed wire, swaying slightly in the breeze. From this distance, I couldn’t make out the details—whether it was fresh or long-dead—but the sight of it was enough to send a chill crawling up my spine. It was a message, clear as day: Keep out. Ben cursed under his breath, his eyes scanning the fence. “This doesn’t look good.” “No kidding,” I muttered, swallowing hard as I tore my eyes away from the corpse. I felt Sarah shift nervously beside me, but she said nothing, her face pale as she stared at the body in the wire. I couldn’t blame her—it looked like New Haven was worse than we thought. Still, we didn’t have a choice. We were out of options, out of supplies, and running on fumes. We needed whatever was inside that settlement, even if it meant walking into the lion’s den. “We should find another way in,” Ben said, his voice low and tense. “There’s no telling how many people are watching this gate.” I nodded, my heart pounding. “Agreed. Let’s ci
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“ Don’t you dare....” I whispered, my voice shaking. “don’t you dare leave me.....please Ben.” Through the chaos, Sarah appeared at my side, her face pale with fear. “We have to move, Maya! They’re closing in!” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “I’m not leaving him.” Sarah’s eyes darted between me and the approaching raiders, panic written all over her face. “Maya, we don’t have time!” I could hear the raiders now, their voices closer, their footsteps crunching through the dirt. They were almost on us. “I’m not leaving him!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. But before Sarah could respond, a shadow fell over us. I looked up, my heart freezing in my chest. One of the raiders loomed over us, his face hidden behind a mask of twisted metal. He had a rifle slung over his shoulder, but in his hand, he held a wicked-looking machete, its blade glinting in the dying light. “Look what we’ve got here,” he sneered, his voice muffled by the mask. “Two little rats
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I stood over Sarah’s body, the weight of her final words crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Harlan’s inner circle. The same Harlan who had torn the world apart, who had turned everything into this hell. And Sarah....she had been part of it. I wanted to scream, cry, to tear the sky open with my fury. But there was no time for that now. No time for grief, no time for betrayal. Ben was dying. I turned, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I rushed to his side. He was still lying in the dirt, his face pale, his eyes closed. Blood seeped from the wound in his side, pooling beneath him, soaking into the earth. I dropped to my knees, my hands shaking as I pressed them against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. But it was too much. Too fast. I could feel his life slipping away with every second that passed. “Ben,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Ben, stay with me.” His eyes fluttered open, just barely, and he looked up at me, his gaze unfocused. “May....” he rasped, h
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The air was thick with smoke, the acrid scent of burning wood and flesh choking my lungs as I stumbled through the chaos. Flames licked at the edges of the settlement, casting long shadows over the walls and turning the night into a fevered nightmare. Shouts echoed across the square, the sharp crack of gunfire splitting the air as Captain Laura Wells and her soldiers clashed with Chloe’s forces. I hadn’t seen the attack coming. One moment we were being thrown into one of the holding cells, our hands still bound, and the next, explosions tore through the gates. Chloe’s loyalists scrambled to defend the settlement, but they hadn't been prepared for a full-scale assault. Captain Wells had arrived, just as Ben had said she would, and she wasn’t pulling any punches. "Move, Maya!" Ben shouted, grabbing my arm and pulling me down behind a stack of crates as bullets whizzed overhead. "We need to get to cover!" I was still reeling, my mind struggling to catch up with the violence unfoldin
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I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Chloe, you can't—" "I can." she cut me off, her voice cold. "And I will. You’re either with me or you’re against me." The silence that followed was deafening. I felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down into a void. Chloe had backed me into a corner, forced me to choose between my loyalty to her and my own moral compass. But how could I stand by her side when I knew what she was doing? How could I betray everything I believed in? Before I could respond, Ben stepped forward, his voice steady but urgent. “Wait.” Chloe’s eyes flicked to him, her expression impatient. “What?” Ben shifted slightly, his bound hands clenching behind his back. “There’s something you don’t know.” Chloe raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “Oh? And what’s that?” Ben glanced at me, his eyes full of unspoken words. Then he turned back to Chloe. “I’ve been in contact with another group. A military unit. They’ve been tracking you
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The moment Logan lunged, time seemed to slow. His meaty hand reached for me, and instinct kicked in. I dodged to the side, just narrowly avoiding his grasp. Ben and Daniel weren’t so lucky. Logan’s men were on them in seconds, rough hands pinning their arms behind their backs, muffling their protests with swift, brutal efficiency. Samantha’s eyes wouldn’t meet mine as I backed away, my heart hammering in my chest. I could still hear her voice, that soft, apologetic tone she’d used when she betrayed us. I wanted to scream, to demand an explanation, but I knew it was useless. Whatever loyalty she’d once had to the settlement—or to us—was gone, replaced by her blind faith in Chloe. “Maya,” Logan growled, his voice low and menacing, “don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Chloe’s waiting.” I glanced at Ben. His face was set in a grim mask, but his eyes flickered with something else—something I couldn’t quite place. He held my gaze for a moment, then gave the tiniest nod, as
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She’d been a schoolteacher before everything went to hell, and even now, she still had that calming presence, that way of making you feel like things could be okay, even when they weren’t. She was exactly the kind of person we needed on our side—someone people trusted. “Did you find what you were looking for?” she asked, her eyes darting between Ben and me. I nodded, handing her one of the papers. “It’s worse than we thought. Chloe’s been orchestrating everything. The raids, the attacks—it’s all her.” Samantha’s eyes widened as she read the document, her face pale. “We have to stop her.” “That’s the plan,” Ben said, his voice steady. “But we need to be smart about this. Chloe’s got Logan and the rest of her loyalists watching every move. If we mess this up, we’re dead.” Samantha nodded, her expression resolute. “I’ll talk to a few people I trust. Quietly. We’ll need to move fast, though. Word’s already spreading that something’s off.” Daniel appeared in the doorway, his fa
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The moment Chloe’s cold, steely gaze locked on me, I knew I was in deep shit. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I could feel the weight of the papers tucked beneath my jacket, the incriminating evidence I’d found only moments ago. I had seconds to act, seconds to figure out how to explain why I was rifling through her things like some common thief.Damn, should've picked a better time. But there was no use lying. Chloe had always been good at sniffing out deception, especially when it came from me. “Maya,” she said again, her voice low and dangerous, a predator toying with its prey. “What are you doing?” I straightened, clutching the edge of her desk to steady my shaking hands. “Looking for the truth, Chloe. You can’t keep hiding it!” Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—guilt? Fear? But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, buried under the ice-cold mask she wore so well. “You’ve been listening to the wrong people,” she said, stepping in
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Daniel looked at me, his eyes full of quiet determination. “Because you’re her sister. And because I don’t think you’re like her. People are starting to lose faith in Chloe, Maya. The settlement’s on the verge of fracturing. If you don’t do something soon…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. The thrreat was clear. If Chloe kept pushing, if the people kept living in fear, it would only be a matter of time before everything collapsed. I stood slowly, my mind racing. “I need proof,” I said, my voice wavering. “If I’m going to confront her, I need more than just rumors.” Daniel nodded. “I know. But be careful. Chloe’s not one to take kindly to being challenged. And if she thinks you’re a threat…” He didn’t need to finish that sentence either. I already knew what Chloe was capable of. I returned to the clinic, my head spinning with Daniel’s words. Ben was awake when I walked in, sitting up on his cot, his eyes sharp.. “You were gone a while,” he said, his voice low
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I couldn’t sleep. The weight of everything pressed down on me—Chloe’s cold words echoing in my mind, the tension in the settlement, the gnawing feeling that something deeper was wrong. I tossed and turned on the small cot in the corner of the clinic, listening to the soft rustle of the wind outside. The fires had died down, leaving the night dark and eerily quiet. Too quiet, especially for a place like this. Ben lay a few feet away, his chest rising and falling steadily now that he was mostly recovered. He was still pale, but the strength was coming back to him, slowly but surely. Part of me wanted to wake him up, to talk through everything that was swirling in my head. But I knew his answer already: We needed to leave. But I... I wasn’t ready for that yet. I couldn’t just leave Chloe behind, no matter what she had become. She was still my sister, and some small, stubborn part of me believed I could reach her. That I could help her see what she was doing. But the more I tried to co
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Dr. Shaw glanced around, making sure no one was listening, before leaning in slightly. “We’re out of almost everything vital—antibiotics, painkillers, clean bandages. I’ve been asking Chloe for weeks to send out a team to scavenge for medical supplies, but she refuses. Says the security of the settlement comes first. She’s been hoarding resources for the guards, for the walls. Meanwhile, people in here are dying from infections and wounds that could be treated if we just had the right supplies.” I felt a surge of anger rise in my chest. “That can’t be right. Chloe wouldn’t—” Dr. Shaw gave me a sharp look. “Wouldn’t what? Put her own survival above others? Use people as pawns to keep her control? You’ve seen how she runs this place, Maya. She’s not the girl you remember anymore. whoever she was.“ I bit my lip, my mind racing. I didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, I knew Dr. Shaw was right. Chloe had changed. Drastically. Maybe more than I was willing to admit. “She’s hidi
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Thhe smell of antiseptic and sweat hit me the moment I stepped into the clinic. It wasn’t much more than a hastily erected tent with a few cots and a couple of shelves lined with ragged bandages and half-empty bottles of medication. The moans of the injured filled the air, mixing with the low hum of voices and the occasional clatter of metal. It took me back—back to long nights in the ER, back to the controlled chaos of saving lives on the fly. But this wasn’t the ER. This was New Haven, and we were ALL hanging on by a thread. I forced myself to swallow the knot in my throat and stepped deeper into the tent. One of the settlement’s guards, a young woman no older than twenty, sat on the edge of a cot, clutching her arm. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage wrapped around her forearm, and her face was pale, her lips trembling. “Hey,” I said gently, kneeling beside her. “Let me take a look at that.” She flinched at first, like she wasn’t used to someone offering help.
