“Thanks, Captain, for launching me across the place to take the briefcase. Now, I guess this is where we say goodbye, and one of us departs to the realm of the dead? No?”Maverick’s words hung in the air, but Dorian wasn’t listening. Not really. His breathing was ragged, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. His eyes burned—not just from the flames licking at his skin but from the seething fury that boiled beneath the surface."You think this is over?" Dorian growled, blood dripping from his clenched teeth. "You think you've won?"Maverick tilted his head, unimpressed. "I mean… yeah? I’ve got the briefcase, you’re bleeding like a gutted pig from maybe seemingly over using of your flame power, and you’re about to die from my gun. Pretty clear-cut, don’t you think?"Dorian ignored him. "You will regret this. Whatever’s in that briefcase—it won’t save you, rather it will bring more chaos to your life. You don’t know who you’re messing with. The moment you step outside with

While Maverick lay unconscious on the ground inside the underground lab side, Dorian who Maverick thought will die the moment he stepped out staggered through the ruined cityscape, his left arm clutching his bleeding side. The air was thick with radiation, making his breaths feel like he was inhaling fire due to how weak he currently was. Burnt-out cars lined the cracked road, their husks melted and twisted, remnants of the world before the apocalypse. GrrrrrrrrrrThe occasional zombie groaned echoes in in the distance, dragging itself through the rubble, sniffing for the scent of flesh to devour.One of them—a shriveled, half-melted thing—lunged at Dorian with a sickening hiss. Seeing this, a glint flash through Dorian's eyes as a knife flashed, slicing through its throat. It gurgled, collapsing, only for another to crawl out from under a wrecked truck. Dorian didn’t waste time. He stomped on its skull, twisting his boot until the head caved in like rotten fruit.“Fucking pesky anim

1st POV:I remember the morning so clearly, as if it happened just moments ago. I was in the driver’s seat, hands gripping the steering wheel, humming a soft tune as my boys sat in the backseat, arguing over which cartoon was better. I told them to quiet down, that I had surgery later today and needed a clear head. They groaned in unison, calling me boring. I remember smiling, watching them through the rearview mirror—two little sparks of life, my entire world.Then, the sky erupted.A blinding light swallowed the road ahead, a wave of heat tearing through the world like an angry god had decided to erase us. The ground trembled, glass shattered, and the sound—God, the sound—was unlike anything I had ever heard. My ears rang as metal twisted and screeched. The car flipped. My body slammed against the seatbelt. Darkness consumed me.When I woke up, I was on the ground, dust and smoke filling my lungs. My head pounded, my vision blurred, but through it all, I could hear my boys crying. M

The heavy boots of the group echoed against the cracked marble floors as they descended the final steps of the skyscraper, ignoring the bodies around them, moving from the 44th floor down to the ruined streets of New York. The air outside was thick with a yellowish fog, swirling like ghostly tendrils with each wind through the husk remains of the city.Meanwhile, each of them was clad in a tactical gas mask, the glass lenses reflecting the dim sun filtering through the overcast sky. Their black bulletproof vests fit snugly over their torsos, rifles slung over their hands, pistols holstered at their sides, military bags strapped tight on their back, and jackknives secured for quick access.Maverick killed over 17 of the military members and was able to take all their weapons and grenades so knowing fully well he only have five stronger members, actually, six since he was able to discover Sakura whom after discovering that her members were dead didn't have any hesitation to join his gro