2025-05-26 18:22:1912:45 AM – Dorian’s Hideout, East Dockside
The narrow alley leading to Dorian’s hideout reeked of saltwater and neglect, the faint glow of distant street lamps casting long, wavering shadows on cracked brick and graffiti-scarred walls. A damp breeze whispered through the night, carrying the faint hum of ships unloading cargo at the far-off docks.
Dorian moved quickly, every muscle coiled with exhaustion and adrenaline. Rhea, still fragile but clinging to him like a lifeline, let out a small shiver that pulled him deeper into protectiveness. The world beyond this cramped, battered safehouse felt impossibly vast — a jungle of steel and darkness where threats lurked behind every shadow.
Jay followed close behind, his ever-present grin softened by fatigue. “You’d think after all this, I’d be sick of adrenaline. But nope. Feels like I’m just getting started.”
Dorian shot him a sharp look, then glanced down at Rhea’s pale face. “Less talk, more patching.”
Jay grinned and pulled a worn, dented first aid kit from his backpack, dumping its contents with a frustrated sigh.
“Seriously, who keeps a tape dispenser but no real medical supplies? What kind of apocalypse is this?”
Rhea offered a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sorry I dragged you both into this.”
Dorian crouched beside her, brushing damp strands of hair away from her glowing blue eyes. “No apologies. We all have our crosses to bear.”
Jay tore a strip of fabric tape and started wrapping it clumsily around a shallow cut on Rhea’s forearm.
“Besides, you’re the reason we’re still breathing, so you owe us pizza later.”
Rhea chuckled softly, the first genuine laugh since Dorian had found her in the bowels of the hangar.
Their brief respite was shattered by a sudden metallic clatter from the other side of the room. Dorian snapped to his feet, instincts screaming.
Jay cursed under his breath and reached for the battered pistol tucked into his waistband.
The door to the safehouse rattled violently.
“Someone’s coming,” Dorian said, eyes scanning the shadowed corners.
Rhea stiffened, her grip tightening on Dorian’s sleeve.
“Could be friend… or foe,” Jay muttered, voice tense.
The door groaned open an inch, then slammed shut as a small figure slipped inside.
Dorian’s breath caught.
“Lana?” he whispered.
The woman stepped fully into the weak neon light — sharp eyes gleaming, lips pressed into a thin line of worry.
“I thought you were dead,” Dorian said.
“Close enough,” Lana replied with a sardonic smile. “But I’m alive, and I’m here because Voss is making moves. Dangerous ones.”
Rhea’s eyes narrowed. “What do you know?”
Lana tossed a folded data chip onto the table. “More than enough to fry your circuits. The Archive’s building a weapon, not just soldiers.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “A weapon how? Like a bomb?”
“Worse.” Lana’s voice dropped. “A biological weapon. Programmable soldiers—like Rhea and the awakened—but they want to unleash them en masse. Control them remotely.”
Dorian’s blood ran cold. “That’s... catastrophic.”
“Exactly,” Lana said, stepping closer. “And Voss thinks you and Rhea are the keys to the whole operation.”
Jay scoffed. “Well, that explains why the zombies came knocking earlier.”
Rhea’s gaze flickered, conflicted and fearful. “I’m not a weapon.”
“You’re a living weapon,” Lana said gently. “Whether you like it or not.”
The three exchanged a tense silence.
Dorian finally broke it. “We need to act fast. Find their base, stop the project.”
Lana nodded, pulling out a worn map. “There’s a facility on the outskirts — heavily guarded, near the old shipyards. That’s where they’re running the final tests.”
Jay squinted. “Any way in?”
Lana smiled grimly. “Always a way. But we’re gonna need a distraction. Something big.”
Dorian leaned forward, eyes burning with determination. “Then we make it our business to be that distraction.”
The room seemed to pulse with a sudden electricity — the fragile hope of turning the tide.
Suddenly, the distant wail of sirens cut through the night.
Jay grinned, shaking his head. “Well, looks like the party’s just getting started.”
Rhea inhaled sharply, steadying herself.
“Let’s make sure it’s the last.”
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Chapter 12: Crossroads
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