Novels by claraomoyeni

The night was quiet, but not peaceful. The kind of silence that carried tension, the kind that made even the smallest sound echo like thunder in the dark.Wilson’s eyes snapped open at the faint sound of his name being whispered. “Wilson.”He shot up, his hand gripping his axe out of instinct. His breathing was sharp, eyes scanning the dim corners of the room, ready to fight. His heart raced until his gaze landed on the familiar figure standing a few steps away. It was Sophia.The sight of her made him lower the axe a little, but the adrenaline in his veins didn’t settle immediately.“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice calm but alert. He pushed himself up from the floor, brushing the dust off his sleeve.Sophia shook her head slowly. “No… I just couldn’t sleep. I wanted to see if you were awake, but it looks like I woke you up.”Her tone was soft, almost childlike, and the faint light from the hallway made her face look tired but gentle. Wilson stared for a second too long bef

It took Wilson nearly an hour to clear the fourth floor. His axe swung again and again, slicing through rotten flesh and splattering walls with dark stains. His breath came out in short gasps, and sweat dripped down his face. Yet, unlike before, his arms didn’t ache as much, and his movements were faster, sharper, almost too natural.He leaned against a wall, looking over the hallway covered in bodies. “They’re… weaker,” he muttered, panting. Then he frowned. “No… I’m just getting stronger.”That thought made him pause. Stronger, yes, but how far could it go? The System inside him seemed to grow with every fight, but he had no idea where it would stop.He looked toward the stairwell leading up. The air there was still and heavy. The higher floors had always been quiet, too quiet. “If I can move faster now,” he whispered, gripping his axe, “then I’ll check the offices on the seventh floor. Maybe someone’s still alive.”The thought of survivors filled him with a strange hope, but also

Wilson walked quietly down the fourth-floor hallway, the air thick with dust and the smell of old blood. Every step echoed faintly against the broken tiles. He held his axe tightly, eyes scanning the shadows that stretched across the walls. The silence felt wrong, too heavy, too still. In this kind of world, silence only meant danger waiting to wake.He stopped for a second, listening. Somewhere far off, a pipe dripped water. Somewhere else, a faint groan echoed. Wilson’s fingers tightened on the axe handle. “Trouble’s coming,” he thought. “It always does.”“Wilson?”He turned sharply. Sophia’s voice broke through the still air. She stood behind him, her face pale but kind, one arm wrapped protectively around the small boy beside her. “Yeah?” he asked, lowering his weapon slightly.Sophia looked nervous, glancing at Kevin. The boy’s eyelids drooped heavily. His small hand clutched the edge of her torn jacket. “Kelvin is getting tired,” she said softly. “I don’t want to be a bother,

The hallway stretched ahead, dim and cold, filled with the smell of dust and faint rot. Wilson took a deep breath and looked at the woman walking beside him. For the first time since everything went wrong, he didn’t feel completely alone. He had met Sophia only a few minutes ago, but somehow it already felt like they’d known each other longer. She carried a small boy, Kevin, in her arms. The boy’s head rested on her shoulder, his small fingers gripping her jacket tightly.Wilson smiled faintly. “At least I’m not talking to myself anymore.”“Now,” he said, trying to sound calm, “since we’re already on the fifth floor, that means we have a good chance of getting out of here. We just need to be careful. No slip-ups. And hopefully,” he looked at her, “we won’t find zombies flooding the next floor.”Sophia nodded, her face calm though her hands trembled slightly. “All we have to do is follow you,” she said. “As long as we keep moving and don’t make too much noise, we’ll be fine.”Her voi

Wilson moved through the quiet building, his boots echoing faintly against the dusty floor. The voices he had heard earlier were still somewhere ahead. He couldn’t tell exactly where, but they were close. His heart raced with a mix of worry and determination. If there were survivors, he had to find them.The fifth floor was darker than the rest. Broken lights flickered overhead, giving off weak flashes that made shadows dance on the walls. Wilson’s breathing was steady now; his body felt lighter, stronger than before. He could feel the energy running through his muscles like electricity. “Where are they?” he muttered under his breath, scanning the hallway.He dashed forward, faster than he ever remembered running in his life. It was like something inside him had unlocked a new level of speed and strength. Each step felt easy, almost too easy, then he heard it, a low growl. He stopped at the corner of the hall and peeked around. His eyes widened. A group of zombies, at least forty

Wilson opened his eyes slowly. For a moment, he couldn’t move. His head felt heavy, his body sore, and the smell of burned metal filled his nose. Sparks still danced around him from torn wires, blue and wild like angry snakes. He blinked several times. “I’m… alive?”The memory rushed back, the crash, the light, the pain, and then nothing. He pushed himself off the floor, groaning as his muscles protested. Around him, the room was dark except for the faint flicker of damaged bulbs and the hum of electric current.His eyes caught a sign above one of the power boxes. “1 MEGAWATT: HIGH VOLTAGE.”Wilson froze. “One… megawatt?” he whispered. “There’s no way I should still be alive.”He looked down at his trembling hands. His fingertips were blackened slightly, but his skin wasn’t burned. No blood. No wounds. Just a strange warmth spreading through his veins.The axe was still beside him, its blade reflecting the dim light. He picked it up, the wooden handle familiar and comforting in his