A woman cursed with immortality navigates a post-apocalyptic world in order to hunt down the god that cursed her...and kill him. (full blurb inside) Written for ONC 2024 | Prompt 63. In a world of curses and gifts, you find yourself cursed with immortality - in the apocalypse. | First Draft

On a routine training patrol, the last thing Lt. Commander Wraia Clay and the crew of the SNV Cobra are expecting is trouble. But when a frontier colony seems to vanish off the face of the universe, they are dispatched to find out what happened. What they discover is an apocalyptic trail of destruction on an interstellar scale. Following the carnage through system after ravaged system, Clay soon finds herself in a race against time, hunting for an enemy unlike anything she's ever known. And if she fails, billions of people will pay the price.

Death was once something I feared, an illusion that brought darkness with it, but now I plead for its mercy in this time that survivors have come to call, The New Order. ••• It was only a cough to began with, something so simple, it had happened a thousand times before, but with in a few days it was so much more then just a mere cough, it become lethal, and it spread like wildfire. Twenty year old, Naseria Friedelinde never thought she would be alive to see the world that she grew up with, collapse right before her very eyes, but on the 22rd of August, that was the new harsh reality that she was unexpectedly thrust into, along with her fourteen year old sister, Eliana. They didn't know how or why the virus had spread and affected everyone they once knew, but Naseria knew that she needed to get her sister as far away from the other people as quickly as possible. But being stuck in the middle of the city was going to make that a tricky situation to get around. And it didn't help that the virus turned its victims into something else, something they couldn't just run or hide from, something that craved chaos, a creature that sort out death. ••• My entry for the Open Novella Contest for 2024! Prompt used - 52. "And that is how that world was lost and a new one, our world, was born."