2026-06-22 12:43:59The blue screen didn't vanish. It hovered there, translucent and cold, flickering every time I blinked. People brushed past me in the apartment hallway, grumbling about me blocking the stairs, but nobody else seemed to see the glowing text.
“Get a move on lad,” a guy in a suit barked as he shoved past.
I didn't even snap back at him. I was too busy staring at the mission log.
[Mission: Stockpile and Secure]
[Objective: Spend at least $10,000 on essential survival gear before the Mist hits] [Reward: +200 SP, Level 1 Space Warehouse Expansion]Space Warehouse. My heart skipped. In my last life, I was a low tier “human pack mule” because of a weak storage ability. If I had a real warehouse, I could carry an entire grocery store in my pocket and never let anyone use me again.
I checked my phone, it was 8:30 AM. The clock was ticking.I ran out of the building and flagged down a hello cab. “Green’s Wholesale Club. The big one by the docks,” I told the driver. “And I'll give you an extra fifty if you ignore the speed limit.”
The driver's eyes lit up. “You got it boss.”
As we swerved through traffic, I started a list on my phone. In my last life, I wasted the first day crying and trying to find Anna. Not this time. This time I was going for the basics: carbs, protein, and meds.
I walked into the wholesale club like a man on a mission. I grabbed three massive flatbed carts and started tossing stuff in.
First stop: The pharmacy. I cleared out the shelves of ibuprofen, bandages, and every bottle of multivitamins I could reach. When a worker tried to ask if I needed help, I just pointed at my cart and said, “Big camping trip.”
Next: The canned goods. Cases of tuna, spam, beans and peaches. Then fifty pound bags of rice and flour. I looked like a crazy dude, but I didn't care. I could feel the weight of the nine hours pressing down on my shoulders.
[DING!]
[Mutation Level: 0.02%] [Reason: High Stress. Warning: Keep your cool, Host.]“Shut up,” I whispered to the air. I had to keep it low; if that meter hit 100%, I’d be nothing but a mindless Hive King. I reached the checkout line with four carts overflowing with gear. The cashier, a guy with too much eyeliner, stared at the mountain of food.
“Are you throwing a party or something?” He asked, scanning the hundredth can of tuna.
“Something like that,” I said, swiping Anna’s gold credit card. The machine beeped — Approved. I felt a surge of petty joy. Let the “Narcissist Parasite” deal with the debt.
Once I got the stuff to the parking lot, I realized I had a problem. I didn't have a truck. I was standing there with a thousand pounds of food and no way to move it.
The Space Warehouse, I thought. How does it work?
I focused on the blue screen. I reached out and touched the icon that looked like an open crate.
[Space Warehouse: Level 0 (Capacity 10 Cubic Meters)]
[To store an item, place your hand on it and think ‘collect’.]I looked around. Nobody was watching. I put my hand on the first crate of canned peaches and thought, Collect. Poof.
It was gone. Just like that. No sound, no light, just an empty spot on my cart. My eyes went wide. This was the high level interface meant for “Architects.” I moved closer, tapping every crate, every bag of rice and every box of meds. Within minutes, my carts were empty.
[Storage Capacity: 85% Full]
“Damn,” I muttered. “I need more room.”
I headed back inside. I still had six grand left to spend. I went straight for the hardware section. I grabbed a high end crossbow, two dozen bolts, a heavy duty machete, and a portable solar charger. I needed to be ready for the shamblers and the fast seekers.
I was at the back of the store looking at a set of tactical gear when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Anna.
ANNA: Mateo, you psycho! My card just got flagged at a wholesale club. What are you doing? Bring my money back NOW or I'm calling your boss.
I felt a cold laugh bubble up in my throat. My boss? My boss was probably going to be a Tier 1 zombie by sunset. I blocked his number.
I had a few hours left before I had to go find “The Human Anchor,” Commander Jaxen. According to the system, his Null Gene blood was the only thing that could keep my virus from spiraling out of control.
But as I walked toward the exit, my suddenly flashed red.[Scanner]
[WARNING!]
[Lesser Infected nearby. The Mist is Leaking]My heart dropped. Already? The “Collapse” wasn't supposed to hit for hours.
I looked toward the butcher's counter. A guy in an apron had his back to me. He was twitching in weird, jagged movements and I could hear a wet, slurping sound.
“Hey, Gary? You okay?” another worker said, walking toward him.
‘Gary’ didn't answer. He turned around, and my stomach turned over. His eyes were milky white orbs. He lunged at his coworker, teeth sinking into the man's neck with a sickening tear.
The store erupted. Screaming started in the bakery and spread like wildfire. People were dropping their groceries and sprinting for the doors.
I didn't run. My hand went straight to the warehouse. I felt the cold grip of the machete materialize in my palm.
“Nine hours,” I hissed, my eyes narrowing. The System lied. The black Mist catalyst was already here.
[New Mission: First Kill]
[Objective: Kill your first Tier 1 Shamblers] [Reward: +50 SP, Weapon Sharpening Stone]I gripped the machete until my knuckles turned white. “Fine by me.”
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Jaxen and I ended up on the same scouting mission three days later, not by any grand gesture toward reconciliation, but because Ruby's beacon triangulation had finally narrowed Red Sun's location down to a five mile radius, and someone needed eyes on the ground to confirm it before we committed real resources to an assault.Neither of us had said a proper word about the fight yet. We'd fallen into a careful, professional truce instead, speaking only when the mission required it, both of us clearly aware of how much easier this would be if we just talked and neither of us willing to be the one to start. Ruby had offered, more than once, to send Ward in my place, and both times I'd told her no before she finished the sentence, some stubborn part of me refusing to let a fight I hadn't apologized for cost us this too.We moved out before dawn, quiet, professional, the easy warmth from the watchtower night feeling like something that had happened to two entirely different p
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Jaxen and I didn't speak for two full days after the fight, and the fortress felt smaller for it, every hallway suddenly full of careful, deliberate paths that avoided crossing each other's routes.I threw myself into helping Ruby instead, mostly because it gave my hands something to do that wasn't replaying the look on his face when he walked out. She'd set up a proper decryption station in the corner of the rebuilt workshop, cobbled together from salvaged servers and a patience I didn't fully understand, working her way through the lab data fragment she'd first found weeks ago, back before Red Sun ever became more than a symbol on a tree."You don't have to babysit me," she said, not looking up from her screen, fingers moving fast over a keyboard held together with electrical tape."I'm not babysitting. I'm helping.""You're avoiding your own bunk because Jaxen's in it and you two are being idiots about a fight neither of you has the guts to finish."
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Jaxen's hand closed around mine at last, and the meter's climb finally broke, dropping fast enough that my knees buckled with the sudden release of pressure. He caught me before I hit the ground, lowering us both onto the dirt, one arm banded tight around my back while the other stayed pressed flat against my chest, over my heart, the way he always did when things got this bad.For a moment neither of us said anything, my breathing slowly evening out, his hand still shaking slightly against my chest even after the immediate danger passed. Ruby hovered a few feet away, wringing her hands, clearly torn between wanting to help and knowing there was nothing left for her to do but wait. Ward had gone to fetch water and came back with a full canteen he pressed into Jaxen's free hand without a word, and Jaxen tipped it against my lips without looking away from my face, watching me swallow like he needed to see proof, physical and immediate, that I was still capable of something as simple as
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The idea came to me three days after the ambush, in the quiet stretch between morning watch rotation and the afternoon supply count, when I should have been resting instead of chasing a theory that scared me even as I turned it over in my head.If I could feel the swarm at range, if that connection ran both directions the way it had with the nest back before we ever reached the fortress, then maybe I could push something back through it too. Not just sense the undead. Direct them.I spent most of the morning arguing with myself about it, sitting on the edge of my bunk turning the idea over like a stone I couldn't put down. Part of me kept circling back to the ambush, to the fear aura I hadn't asked for and couldn't explain, to the way something inside me kept unlocking doors nobody had given me a key for. If that was happening whether I wanted it or not, didn't it make more sense to understand what I could actually do on purpose, rather than let the System keep surprising me in the mi
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We moved the water detail to round the clock watches within the hour, but Ruby's beacon triangulation still needed another full day to finish narrowing down Red Sun's base location, and Jaxen refused to just sit still waiting for Voss to make good on his threat."We go on the offensive," he said, spreading a rough hand-drawn map across the command room table. "Hit one of their supply routes before they hit our well. Force them to react to us instead of the other way around.""That's aggressive," I said."That's the point."Ruby, still bandaged and exhausted, pulled up a satellite image on her tablet that she'd managed to salvage some use out of despite the damage. "There's a supply convoy scheduled to pass through this junction based on patrol patterns I've been tracking. If we hit it clean, we cripple their logistics and buy ourselves breathing room."We moved out before dawn, a small strike team, me and Jaxen at the front, Ward and two of the new
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Jaxen didn't tell me who Voss actually was until three days later, and even then it came out sideways, half answer and half something he still hadn't fully worked through himself."He was a captain," Jaxen said, staring out at the treeline from the watchtower, arms braced against the railing. "Before everything. Different unit than mine, but we crossed paths twice on joint operations. He was good. Disciplined. The kind of officer men actually wanted to follow instead of just obeyed because rank said so.""And now he's Red Sun's enforcer.""Now he's whatever they needed him to become." Jaxen's jaw worked, something bitter twisting behind the words. "That's what worries me. Voss doesn't improvise. If he's running Red Sun's field operations, everything they've done so far has been calculated. The firebombing wasn't rage. It was a message."I didn't get to ask what kind of message, because that was the exact moment the watch bell started ringing again, three
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