What do you do when your heart yearns for something your mind can't embrace? How do you tame the feelings that keep surfacing for someone special, knowing you're committed to another?
Ana Rose embarks on a new journey as a secret agent. Although she...
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"Another mother's breaking Heart is taking over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken,
What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie..."
I find a narrow gangway that leads to the ship's side, hidden from sight. Climbing aboard, I barely hear the creaking of the wood beneath my feet over the chaos around me. The distant sound of waves crashing against the hull mingles with the muffled cries of children—over one hundred of them, trapped like animals in a cage, their innocence stolen by this devil.
The first guard comes into view, a hulking figure leaning against a wall, his eyes glazed over as he scrolls through his phone. I take a breath, steadying my resolve. With a swift motion, I lunge forward, my training kicking in. I strike him in the throat, silencing him before he can utter a sound. He crumples to the ground, and I drag him into the shadows, ensuring he won't be found until it is too late.
As I delve further into the darkness, more of them come into focus, scattered across the deck. One by one, I pick them off, using stealth and precision. A quick snap of the neck here, a silent shot there. Each guard falls without a sound, their bodies slumping to the ground, lifeless and cold.
I finally reach the staircase that spirals down into the ship's depths. The approaching guard's footsteps echo menacingly on the deck, a stark reminder that I must act swiftly. With a surge of urgency, I make my descent, anxiety gnawing at me at the thought of the lifeless bodies being discovered.
As I plunge deeper through the bowels of the ship, I encounter more patrols, and with each encounter, the weight of this mission bears down on me, heavy and unyielding. This isn't just a battle for my own survival or fulfilling my boss's wishes; I'm in this fight for those kids—for their very lives.
The ship is a labyrinth of metal and darkness, each corner hiding more guards lurking in the gloom. With every step I take, the haunting cries of children resonate around me, guiding my way through this maze of despair. I move quickly, eliminating the patrols with precision and cautiousness.
As I round a corner, the screams grow louder, more frantic. Finally, I reach a large door. As I push it open to peer into the room, the sight that meets my eyes is a nightmare come to life. Children, no older than ten, are huddled together, their faces streaked with dirt and tears and their small bodies trembling in fear. A guard stands over them, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he raises a whip, ready to strike.
Rage surges through me, raw and consuming. I can't stand by and watch this unfold. I burst into the room, my presence a sudden storm. The guard barely has time to react before I am upon him. A swift kick to the knee sends him crashing to the ground, and I follow up with a punch that knocks the breath from his lungs. The children stare wide-eyed, their fear mingling with a flicker of hope.
