Such a short long time ago, I went on a tour of a secure top secret military bunker with my classmates. When the nukes launched, we slept through the near end of the world, waking nearly a hundred and fifty years later to a world of subsistence farming and feudal territories. That was less than a year ago.
Too bad my desperate attempt to stop the world from ending by launching those nukes didn’t work.
Some of my people survived the devastation and are still working towards the literal destruction of the planet, and I won’t allow that to happen. I can’t allow that to happen.
And not because everything I own is here right now.
But because my family is here. My best friend. My husband and wife.
In my long life, I’ve never been truly happy. Oh, I’ve felt something like it before and gotten close, but this combination of people pushes me past a line I never thought I’d even get to touch.
And yet our enemies keep hunting us. We’re in a war with multiple fronts and making progress on one means losing ground on another, each step moving us one step closer to the end.
Is it even possible to survive a war against so many aggressors? Can I end this and help humanity rebuild to what it had before, then surpass it and successfully launch towards a new planet? Or will one of the enemies pull out a win and stop me from achieving my goal of having humanity join us in the stars?
I have rules in place that control what I can do. They’re there for a reason. A very real reason. Except everything is pushing at me and I can feel my rules straining, bending to the point of possibly breaking.
My name is Kris, and we’re losing ground. I want to be successful and save my family, friends, and mates with everything in me. Too bad our enemies don’t care about that and keep knocking on the door in the hope that I answer, and they can destroy my dreams.
Maybe…maybe it’s time I answer. Except instead of answering as Kris? Maybe it’s time the Deathwalker is born in truth. After all, if there’s anything I’ve learned in my long, long, long life, it’s that sometimes rules are meant to be broken.
Genre: Science Fiction
Too bad my desperate attempt to stop the world from ending by launching those nukes didn’t work.
Some of my people survived the devastation and are still working towards the literal destruction of the planet, and I won’t allow that to happen. I can’t allow that to happen.
And not because everything I own is here right now.
But because my family is here. My best friend. My husband and wife.
In my long life, I’ve never been truly happy. Oh, I’ve felt something like it before and gotten close, but this combination of people pushes me past a line I never thought I’d even get to touch.
And yet our enemies keep hunting us. We’re in a war with multiple fronts and making progress on one means losing ground on another, each step moving us one step closer to the end.
Is it even possible to survive a war against so many aggressors? Can I end this and help humanity rebuild to what it had before, then surpass it and successfully launch towards a new planet? Or will one of the enemies pull out a win and stop me from achieving my goal of having humanity join us in the stars?
I have rules in place that control what I can do. They’re there for a reason. A very real reason. Except everything is pushing at me and I can feel my rules straining, bending to the point of possibly breaking.
My name is Kris, and we’re losing ground. I want to be successful and save my family, friends, and mates with everything in me. Too bad our enemies don’t care about that and keep knocking on the door in the hope that I answer, and they can destroy my dreams.
Maybe…maybe it’s time I answer. Except instead of answering as Kris? Maybe it’s time the Deathwalker is born in truth. After all, if there’s anything I’ve learned in my long, long, long life, it’s that sometimes rules are meant to be broken.
Genre: Science Fiction
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