One night, a monster enters Lydia's home. It attacks and leaves her cursed to become a feral creature. She soon finds several others who are cursed just like her. They band together to search for a cure. Time is running out for them to save themselves. Will they find a cure, or will they lose all of their humanity? *New chapters will be released every Friday.

I was four years old the first time I touched a dying man and he got up again. My mother made me promise never to let anyone see. She was right about that. She was right about most things, and then she died, and the last thing she ever told me was a name I'd never heard. There's a fire in me. It's been there since before I was born, and it isn't mine, and it's killing me---three hundred years late and nineteen days fast. Only the Barons can teach me to control it. Fallen gods. The kind that eat girls like me to make the hunger stop. So I walked into Hell's Gate on my own feet and offered them a trade. The cold one claimed me. Called me 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. Never my name. The beautiful one wept gold and begged me not to let them love me. The silent one asked me what I wanted, and I didn't have an answer. And one of them was kind to me. Only one. From the first night. That's the one I should have been afraid of.

Trigger Warning Graphic violence and murder are depicted in detail. This chapter (and the entire story) contains explicit descriptions of killing. If you are sensitive to such content, please skip this story. In 1973 Brooklyn, a quiet, anxious teenager makes a choice that changes everything. What begins as a solution to fear turns into something darker, colder, and harder to stop. Told in an unflinching first-person voice, A Killer's Way is a brutal, intimate look at violence, justification, and the lies we tell ourselves to sleep at night. This isn't a story about justice. It's about why.

Zombies shouldn't blink. Or smile. Or know my name. But here we are. I'm Lexi Carter - vlogger, disaster magnet, and three-time apocalypse survivor. Now the infected are evolving, a paranoid prepper hates my guts, and my past is whispering things I swore I forgot. Rule #1: Don't trust anyone. Too bad breaking it might be the only way to not die. (Probably.)

A curse is merging their bodies cell by cell, and the only thing more terrifying than becoming one person is how badly they're starting to want it.