"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

I yelled for everyone to move. "Run!" I shouted, leading the charge as we turned and sprinted away from the impending disaster. But we were too close. The ground shook violently beneath us, the force of the lab’s landing sending a powerful jolt through the battlefield. The shockwave hit us hard, like a giant hand swatting us aside. We flew, bodies tossed into the air like ragdolls, crashing to the ground in a brutal cascade.I groaned, feeling the sharp sting of pain from the fall. My vision blurred for a moment as I pushed myself up, dirt and debris filling the air around me. Many of us survived the impact, but not everyone was so lucky. As I looked around, the grim reality hit me. The number of those who fell, the martyrs—was far greater than the survivors.I pushed myself up from the debris, my body aching as I limped up to my feet. Dust and rubble filled the air, and the sight before me was nothing short of devastating. Those who hadn’t made it halfway to the bunker were crushed,

He pressed himself against the wall, trying to steady his breathing. The ground beneath him groaned, a sharp reminder of the fragile state of the entire building. He couldn’t afford to stop now—not when so much was at stake.Pushing forward, Enzo reached a junction where the stairs split into multiple paths. Consulting his mental map of the city’s layout, he chose the left corridor, knowing it led directly to the control room.As he advanced, the air grew colder, and the flickering lights overhead cast dark shadows.Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his side. Enzo stumbled, clutching his rib as he gasped for breath. He had hit a loose beam that swung down unexpectedly, narrowly missing his head but cutting through his torso.Blood trickled from a small cut, staining his shirt. Ignoring the pain, he pressed on, his strong will fueling his determination.The corridor opened into a vast, open space—the control room. The room was a chaotic mess of shattered consoles, broken screens, and

Ella was lying on the floor in the corner of the room, her face contorted in pain, her hands gripping the sides of the sheet under her. Her breaths came in labored gasps, her body trembling with the effort. Jennifer and a few others stood around her, their faces tight with worry. The air was thick with tension, the sound of Ella’s cries filling the space.Kai rushed to her side, dropping to his knees beside her. He took her hand in his, his heart breaking at the sight of her in so much pain. “I’m here, Ella. I’m right here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.Ella turned her head toward him, her eyes glistening with tears. “Kai,” she gasped, her voice weak but filled with relief. “I…I thought you wouldn’t make it.”“I’m here, love,” he reassured her, squeezing her hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”Jennifer moved closer, her expression serious. “She’s in active labor, Kai. The baby is coming, and we don’t have much time.”Kai nodded, his mind spinning as he tried to focus. He co

"I'm hurt," he admitted. His words were slow, pained, as if even speaking drained what little strength he had left. He clutched his chest, his fingers trembling as he pressed against the sharp, radiating pain. "The place is on fire… I need to find another way out." He coughed violently, doubling over as smoke filled his lungs. Every breath burned. "Please, stay away from here," he warned, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. "There are live wires everywhere. This place… it could explode any second." The fear in his tone made my blood run cold. My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms. "Please, just be safe!" I begged, my voice breaking. The thought of losing him sent an icy shiver through my entire body. There was a pause. Then, with quiet determination, he said, "I promise—I’ll come back to you." It was a vow spoken in faith, but deep down, even he wasn’t sure he could keep it. Shoving the doubt aside, he turned, his eyes scanning the smoke-filled room for