2026-06-22 12:43:13The last thing I felt was the sting of cold spit on my face and the sound of my own ribs snapping like dry twigs. It hurts like a bitch. I remember the smell most, that nasty metallic stank or old blood and wet rot. Then there was Anna. My “loving” girlfriend. I can still see her face, all sweaty and pale, as she shoved me backward into the dark.
“Sorry, Mateo! Better you than me!” She snapped and ran away.
That cunt. After ten years of me paying her bills and kissing her ass while being her bodyguard in disguise as boyfriend, she used me as a shield to get away from a pack of shamblers. She didn't even look back. She just bolted, leaving me to get ripped apart while she ran for her life.
Then, everything went black. I thought I was dead. I should have been dead.
Gasp!
I sat up so fast my head spun. I wasn't on the cold, dirty pavement. I was in bed. The sheets were clean, and the room smelled like those vanilla candles I always buy.
I looked around, my heart hammering against my chest like a trapped bird. The sun was peeking through the blinds, hitting the messy pile of clothes on the floor. On the nightstand, my phone buzzed.
8:12 AM.
I stared at the dates. Tuesday. My brain felt like it was melting. This was Day Zero. The day the world went to crap. In exactly nine hours, that purple “Black Must” would roll into the city and turn everyone into a “Standardized Hive”.
“Babe? You okay? You're making weird-ass noises over there.”
I froze. That voice. I wanted to puke just hearing it.
Anna walked out of the bathroom, running a towel over her head. She looked so…normal. No scars, no blood. Just the same arrogant, “pretty girl” face I’d been swallowing sandpaper.
“Well, get over it. We're supposed to meet folks for brunch at ten, and you know my mom's a total psycho about being late.” She didn't even look at me. She was too busy checking herself out in the mirror, fixing her hair like she was some kind of movie star.
I looked at my hands. They were shaking, but it wasn't fear anymore. It was pure, unfiltered rage. I remembered the way her hands felt when they pushed me. I remembered the sound of her sneakers hitting the pavement as she ran away.
“Mateo? Hello? Earth to Mateo?” Anna turned around looking annoyed. “Did you iron my gray slacks or what? I can't go to brunch looking like a hobo because you decided to sleep in.”
I looked at her, really looked at her. I saw the “Narcissistic Parasite” she really was. In my first life, I would've jumped up, apologized, and ironed those stupid pants.
Not today.
“Iron ‘em yourself, Anna,” I said. I kept my voice low and cold.
Anna's jaw dropped. “What did you just say?”
“I said I'm not your damn maid. And I'm definitely not going to brunch with your fake-ass parents.”
I got out of bed, my legs feeling like jelly but my head clearer than it had ever been. I grabbed my big camping backpack from the closet and started throwing stuff in. I didn't have much time. Nine hours is nothing when you're trying to prepare for an apocalypse.
“Are you having a mid-life crisis or something?” Anna laughed, that annoying chuckle. “Look, if this is about me missing dinner last night, get over it, I'm gonna be a doctor, Mateo. I have real pressure.”
I stopped and walked right up to her. I'm way taller than her, when I looked her in the eye she actually stepped back.
“In nine hours, Anna, nobody's gonna give a damn about your medical degree,” I whispered. “And honestly? Nobody's gonna give a damn about you.”
I reached past her and grabbed her wallet off the dresser.
“Hey! Give that back!”
“No, this is the money I gave you for your ‘textbooks’ that you actually spent on hair and makeup,” I said, flipping it open. I took the credit cards and every single twenty-dollar bill inside. “Think of it as a jerk tax for the last ten years.”
“Mateo, I'm not kidding! Put that back or I'm calling the cops!”
I didn't even blink. I grabbed a heavy glass award from the desk and I slammed it into the wall mounted mirror. The glass exploded. Shards flew everywhere, and Anna screamed like a little girl, tripping over her own feet.
“Don't follow me,” I told her, my heart finally finding a steady beat. “If I see you again today, I'm not gonna aim for the mirror. I'll aim for your teeth.”
I walked out of the apartment and slammed the door. I was halfway down the stairs when a sharp ping echoed right inside my brain.
A glowing blue screen popped up right in front of my eyes.
[Eros- Survival System Initializing…]
[User: Mateo Ambrose]
[Status: Reborn (Cycle 2)] [Mutation Level: 0.01% (Latent)] [Welcome back, Subject 001. The countdown has begun.]I stared at the screen, my mouth hanging open. I wasn't just lucky. I had accidentally bound a high level AI meant for the “Architects” of the new world.
I looked at the timer on the edge of the screen.
08:42:15
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Up close, Red Sun's headquarters looked less like a military installation and more like something grown out of the bones of an older world, concrete bunkers and reinforced steel fencing wrapped around structures that had clearly started life as a research facility before being retrofitted for war.I studied it from the ridge for a long moment, trying to reconcile the sheer scale of the place with everything we'd planned against it over these past two weeks, and felt the plan we'd built so carefully in the safety of the war room suddenly feel much smaller against the reality standing in front of us.We'd spent the better part of the morning working our way down from the ridge, staying low, using what cover the terrain offered, until we reached a position close enough to actually study the perimeter properly through Ruby's salvaged optics."Three layers of defense," Rourke said quietly, passing the scope to Jaxen. "Outer fence, patrol road, then the actual walls.
00134
The strike team gathered at the gate just before dawn, a hundred and twenty fighters drawn from every allied settlement, their breath visible in the cold morning air, weapons checked one final time in the gray predawn light.The fortress behind us stood quiet, most of Haven Ridge still asleep except for the small crowd who'd gathered to see us off, faces I recognized from months of shared survival watching with expressions that mixed hope and fear in equal measure. I searched the crowd briefly for Priya and Ward, found them both near the wall, and let myself hold their steady presence in my mind for the journey ahead.I stood beside Jaxen near the front of the formation, watching the last preparations settle into place, and felt the weight of everything riding on the next several days press down harder than it had at any point during our two weeks of planning."Ready," Jaxen asked quietly, close enough that only I could hear him over the murmur of the gathering
00133
Ruby's workshop had transformed into something resembling an armory over the final days before departure, every surface covered with weapons and gear laid out in careful, methodical rows, each piece checked and rechecked with an intensity that spoke to exactly how much she understood was riding on this mission's success.I watched her work for a while before she noticed me in the doorway, her movements precise and practiced despite the visible exhaustion, every screw tightened, every wire tested twice, the particular focus of someone pouring every ounce of control she had left into the one part of this mission she could actually manage completely."Twelve pulse devices, fully calibrated," she said, walking me through the inventory one final time, her voice steady despite the exhaustion visible in the dark circles under her eyes. "Modified specifically to counter Red Sun's known defensive tech based on everything Rourke could remember about their standard equipment load
00132
The two weeks of preparation moved fast, every day filled with training drills and equipment checks and endless logistics, but Jaxen found ways to steal small pockets of quiet for us anyway, insisting we needed them as much as the fortress needed our leadership.I'd argued with him about it the first few times, certain we couldn't spare even an hour with so much still left to organize before the mission, but he'd been right, the same way he usually was about the things that actually mattered. We needed these small, stolen evenings more than either of us wanted to admit out loud.Tonight he'd led me to the old orchard behind the fortress's northern wall, a small stretch of surviving apple trees that had somehow weathered years of chaos, their branches heavy with fruit nobody had gotten around to harvesting yet."I found this place a few weeks ago," he said, spreading a worn blanket across the grass beneath one of the larger trees. "Thought about telling you soone
00131
The war room felt different this time, crowded with more people than it had ever held before, representatives from every allied settlement gathered around a table that Ruby had extended twice already to accommodate the growing maps and schematics spread across its surface.I stood near the head of the table watching everyone settle into their places, faces I'd only recently learned alongside ones I'd known for months now, all of us bound together by a shared understanding of exactly how much this next mission would cost us if we got any part of it wrong."This is what we're working with," Ruby said, pulling up a detailed layout of Red Sun's central headquarters, pieced together from Rourke's firsthand knowledge and fragments of documentation salvaged from the facility. "Heavily fortified, multiple perimeter checkpoints, and somewhere at the core, the primary activation node for the Global Stabilizer network.""How heavily fortified," Delacroix asked, studying th
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I found Ruby in the workshop late one night, long after most of the fortress had gone quiet, hunched over a small, battered photograph she quickly tried to tuck away when she noticed me in the doorway.The rest of the workshop sat dark around her, tools and half finished projects abandoned for the night, just a single lantern casting warm light over the small space where she'd chosen to sit alone with whatever she'd been holding onto."You don't have to hide that," I said gently, stepping inside.She hesitated, then set it back down on the workbench, and I moved closer to see it properly, a faded image of a younger Ruby standing beside an older woman with the same sharp eyes, both of them laughing at something outside the frame."My mother," Ruby said quietly. "Before all of this.""I didn't know you kept photos.""I don't, usually. Too easy to lose things like this, and losing them hurts worse than never having them at all." She traced the
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