Stall 2 소설 & 이야기

Justin carefully opened the door and peeked outside. “Stay close to me,” he whispered. We quietly slipped into the dark hallway. Every step made my heart race faster. My pregnancy made moving difficult, especially quickly. My lower back hurt badly and my legs felt swollen already. Justin slowed his pace for me without complaining. The entire place was strangely quiet. “Where are the guards?” I whispered. “Shift change,” he answered shortly. “Ethan created a distraction outside the eastern borders.” My chest tightened slightly at that. He was risking himself again.

In bright orange and bold letters FERTILE – BREEDING ROTATION A Under it was a barcode.And beneath that the number 256 For a moment, everything went very very quiet. I stared at it shocked “I’m not.. ” I shook my head as if I could deny it “I’m not your property.” No one answered.

of our link. "What is happening?" CEO Vane’s voice crackled through the drone, losing its clinical, detached calm. For the first time in my life, I heard a note of genuine panic in his voice. "The stasis-field is losing integrity! Subject #3 is... she’s eating the grid! Increase power to 200 percent! Dump the 'Anti-Matter' stabilizers! Flood the chamber with 'Void-Lead'!"

Barker sat and rested his palms on his knees like he was meditating. “Three minutes,” Ty said softly. “Convoy One moves on green.” The light at the end of the lane changed. Jack saw Stacey’s reflection in the opaque plexiglass of a staff door as it snicked quietly shut—her out preserved. He saw the expensive-shoe contractor stare at the van number like he needed to memorise it for a call he’d make. He saw the council camera at the corner do its planned little stutter like a yawn. “Two,” Ty said.

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

Anna looked back at her and stared into her eyes. “The plate number, it’s the same as Gabriel's.” “Why didn’t you invite that stalker inside and offer him coffee and biscuits?” Anna sarcastically asked. “He took off the moment Lance parked behind his car. We thought he came home with you,” she replied in her defense. She turned away after explaining what happened. ***

We felt more prepared, and I had high hopes. My hopes were dashed the moment the ancient sat upright in his coffin for a moment. His eyes were still closed and he couldn’t communicate with me thanks to the spell, but I could feel him trying to push through its boundaries. He hadn’t moved again after sitting up but the tension in the vault was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I cut a small hole in one of the draining tubes exactly as we agreed and it would slow down the entire process by what we hoped was just enough for the witch to complete the spell.

she replied. Meanwhile, in the room across the hall, a blonde guy sat on a couch with his legs crossed as he watched the crowd lazily. Finding the crowd bothersome and boring for him, he did a gesture of shaking his head while clicking his tongue. He had another thing in mind which is way interesting than anything else for his world: food.