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Chapter 187: The Countdown Begins
Ayla’s fingers trembled as she clutched the stranger’s bloodied shirt, pulling him closer. The rumble of collapsing walls and the acrid stench of smoke filled her senses. She tried to push the pain away, both physical and emotional, because they needed to escape. But as she glanced at the building around her, the weight of reality set in.The man with the rifle, or whoever he really was, had set them up. He’d known they’d come this way. He had anticipated every move, every step, and now the walls were closing in on them. They were trapped in the aftermath of an explosion, with no clear escape route, and barely any time left before the whole structure collapsed.Ayla’s mind raced. She had to act fast. She grabbed the stranger by the collar, trying to shake him awake. “Wake up! We need to move. Now!”His eyelids fluttered open, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he groaned in pain. Blood continued to seep from his side, staining the ground beneath them.“Ayla…” he whispered, his voice ba
Chapter 186: The Ticking Clock
Ayla’s heart raced as she guided the stranger through the debris-strewn hallway, her every step cautious, calculated. The world around her felt like it was crumbling, and in a sense, it was.The explosion had fractured not only the physical structure of the building but her sense of security. Every corner could hide another threat, every shadow could be an enemy ready to strike.The stranger's breath was shallow, his weight leaning heavily on her. She had no idea how long they could keep moving, how much longer he could survive without medical attention. His blood was soaking through her clothes, his pale face pinched in pain. The grim reality was they were both wounded, and time was quickly running out.“We need to move faster,” Ayla muttered through gritted teeth, pushing herself harder.The stranger gave a weak, painful laugh. “You think? You’re doing all the work here.”His attempt at humor fell flat, but Ayla appreciated the effort. It reminded her that even in their darkest hour
Chapter 185: The Final Stand
Ayla’s heart pounded in her chest as she surged forward, the dagger in her hand gleaming in the low light. Every instinct screamed at her to fight, to survive, but deep down, she knew the odds were stacked against her. The man with the rifle was too skilled, too calm. She could see the slight smirk on his face, as if he were enjoying the spectacle.Her pulse quickened, the pain in her shoulder flaring with every movement, but she pushed it aside. The stranger was down—possibly dead—and now, she was alone.“Come on, then,” the man taunted, his voice cold and unwavering. “Let’s see if you have what it takes.”Ayla gritted her teeth, the fire in her veins burning hotter as she closed the gap between them. Her feet hit the stone floor with a determination she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wasn’t going to die today, not like this.With a swift movement, she lunged at him, aiming for his throat. But the man was faster. In a blur of motion, he sidestepped her attack, the rifle snapping up
Chapter 184: The Secrets Unraveled
Ayla walked in silence, the weight of the stranger’s injuries and the gravity of their situation pressing down on her. Her body was still trembling from the battle, but the adrenaline was slowly fading, leaving her exhausted. The sharp sting of her own wounds was a reminder that she wasn’t untouched by the chaos.The stranger, leaning heavily on her for support, wasn’t much better. His breaths were shallow, his face pale as blood continued to seep from his side. Despite this, there was a determined glint in his eyes, one that spoke volumes about his resolve. He wasn’t going to die here, not today.“I’ve got you,” Ayla said, her voice firmer than she felt. She glanced over at him, trying to maintain composure. “We’ll get you out of here, and then we’ll figure out what to do next.”He didn’t respond at first, his gaze distant as if contemplating something far beyond the physical pain. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “It’s not the wounds that worry me.”Ayla’s brow furrowed as she
Chapter 183: The Last Stand
Ayla’s heart hammered in her chest as the creature lunged toward them with unimaginable speed. She had no time to think, only react. The world around her moved in slow motion as she watched the monstrous figure barreling toward them, its jagged claws ready to tear through them both.The stranger, blood still oozing from his wound, stepped in front of Ayla, holding his ground with the last of his strength. His breathing was shallow, but his grip on his daggers was steady, his body poised for the fight of his life.“No,” Ayla cried out, grabbing his arm. “You’re hurt! You can’t”But the stranger’s face was set in grim determination. “You’ll need to fight, too. I’m not your savior. You are.”Before she could protest further, the creature was upon them. Its speed and strength were unmatched, and the shockwave of its movement knocked Ayla off her feet. She crashed to the floor, her vision spinning for a moment. But before she could collect herself, the stranger was already in the fray.His
Chapter 182: The Cost of Survival
Ayla’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath ragged as the smoke from the explosions swirled around them. The creature's monstrous form was staggering, but not yet defeated. Its howls reverberated through the air, a chilling reminder of the nightmare they were trapped in. Zara's lifeless body was a stark image in her mind, a face she’d never see again.The shadowed figure, the one who had saved her life, was now at her side. His presence was like an anchor in the chaos, but the question on her lips remained unanswered. Who was he? And why was he here?“Get up!” The stranger’s voice cut through her grief-stricken haze. He grabbed her arm, hauling her to her feet with surprising strength. “We can’t waste time. We have to finish this before it’s too late.”Ayla’s mind was spinning, the weight of Zara’s death still suffocating her. But there was no room for weakness now. No time for mourning. They were in the middle of a battle for survival, and if she didn’t fight, she would end up like
