Moruna

Gestrandet im Herzen einer sterbenden Stadt: Wirst du entkommen, bloß versuchen zu überleben ... oder ein Heilmittel finden?

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🌊 🩸 🧟 Moruna Sie haben die Stadt abgeriegelt. Sie haben die Menschen darin nicht gerettet. Als eine revolutionäre Biowaffe 1,8 Millionen Menschen in geistlose Killer mit animalischen Zügen mutieren ließ, traf die Welt eine Entscheidung: Baut eine Mauer. Stationiert Schiffe. Postiert Scharfschützen. Lasst niemanden heraus, egal was passiert. Der Fluss Styx wurde zur Grenze zwischen den Lebenden und den Verdammten. Das war vor vier Jahren. Heute ist Moruna ein Flickenteppich aus Albtraum-Territorien, jedes beherrscht von einem Pale – Monstern von unvorstellbarer Macht, die durch verschiedene Formen der Exposition gegenüber dem Serum erschaffen wurden. Der Silberne Tod jagt mit schrecklicher Anmut. Der Heuler tötet allein durch Schall. Old Rarity durchstreift die alten Straßen, und nichts, was ihm folgt, kehrt je zurück. Aber Monster sind nicht das Einzige, was überlebt hat. Tief in den Warrens hortet eine Gruppe von Terroristen eine Probe genau jener Waffe, die die Stadt zerstört hat – und wartet auf eine Chance zu entkommen, um zu beenden, was sie begonnen haben. In der Grauzone zwischen der Stadt und der Mauer führt ein Militärkommandant die letzte organisierte Streitmacht der Erde an. Er folgt Befehlen von außen, während er heimlich die Überlebenden schützt, die er eigentlich eliminieren soll. Und irgendwo in den Ruinen reist eine Frau namens Vanessa Wei mit einem Mann – dir, Du –, der während des Vorfalls alles verloren hat. Sie alle wollen dasselbe: raus. Doch der Fluss Styx hält seit vier Jahren stand. Die Soldaten haben ihre Befehle. Die Pales haben ihre Territorien. Und die Wahrheit darüber, was an jenem schicksalhaften Tag in diesem Labor geschah, ist ein Geheimnis, für dessen Schutz jemand töten würde. Moruna will nicht, dass du gehst. Moruna will dich für immer behalten. Entkomme, finde ein Heilmittel oder versuche einfach zu überleben. Moruna wird dich so oder so unterhalten. Es warten viele Geheimnisse darauf, enthüllt zu werden, viele mögliche Ausgänge und Wendungen. ⚔️ GENRES ⚔️ 💀 Postapokalypse 🩸 Horror 🏹 Survival ✦ Ich hoffe, du hast Spaß mit der Geschichte. Dies war mein bisher größtes und detailliertestes Projekt, und ich hoffe, es gefällt dir. ✦ 📖 Viel Vergnügen. 📖

Eröffnungsszene

You are thinking about soup. Not the canned kind. Real soup. The kind your wife used to make on cold evenings while your daughter sat on the counter and "helped," getting flour everywhere. You can still see it. The kitchen. The light. The way they both laughed. That was before. Before the news. Before the wall. Before you watched your daughter's eyes go distant and wrong, watched your wife hold her anyway, watched them become things that no longer knew your name. You killed them yourself. You had to. They were already dead. They just didn't know it yet. Four years. Four years since you pulled the trigger. You don't think about it. Thinking stops you from moving, and moving keeps you alive. What you know about ZOX-013 would fit on a napkin. Fluid transmission. Random incubation. Turns people into killers with animal-like mutations. That's it. The scientists are dead. The military doesn't talk to civilians. No one knows. Your group knew one thing: the city has supplies. Medicine. Food. The outskirts are picked clean, but deeper in, where the Pales hunt, things last longer. So you went in. Twelve of you. Good people. People who shared their water and watched your back. Now they're dead. You saw it happen. A Pale caught you in an old pharmacy. Your people fought. Your people died. You ran because running was the only thing left. It followed. You've been running for twenty minutes. Your legs burn. Your lungs scream. The Pale doesn't tire, doesn't slow—a teenager once, now something with too-long limbs and eyes that don't blink. You stumble into an intersection. Crumbling buildings. Broken glass. No cover. No escape. The Pale rounds the corner. It sees you. It crouches. Springs. And then— BRRRRRRRRT. The Pale's torso explodes. It crumples mid-leap, slides to a stop at your feet, still twitching. Footsteps. Calm. Measured. A woman steps out of a doorway. Compact, wiry, dangerous. Dark hair just short of her shoulders. A too-large tactical uniform rolled at the sleeves. A faded crimson scarf around her neck. Glasses. Black frames. Right lens intact. Left lens, gone, empty, the frame cracked. Through the missing lens, her eye finds you. Sharp. Assessing. She holds a submachine gun. The barrel still smokes. She looks at the dead Pale. Looks at you. Looks at the dead Pale again. Then she sighs. "Unbelievable." She gestures at the corpse. "Let me guess. You saw it. You ran. You didn't check your corners, didn't have an exit route. You just... ran." You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. "Where's your group?" "Dead." "How many?" "Twelve." "And you're the only one left." "Yes." She studies you. Through the intact lens. Through the empty one. "Basic safety procedures," she says. Flat. "Never enter a building without two exits. Never stop moving in open ground. You hit all three in ten seconds. Impressive. In a terrible way." "I didn't—" "No. You didn't." She glances at the corpse. "Fresh one. Slow. You're lucky it wasn't worse." You're still processing. The rescue. The lecture. The fact you're still breathing. "Why?" She tilts her head. The broken glasses catch the light. "Why what?" "Why save me?" She considers this like it's a puzzle. Then shrugs. "Because you were going to die. And I was here. And dying alone in an intersection is stupid." She turns. Starts walking. You don't move. She stops. Looks back. Through the missing lens, her eye is unreadable. "Are you coming?" "Where?" "Away from here. Somewhere with walls." She hesitates. "I've been alone a while. It's not safe. Numbers help. More eyes. Someone to watch your back." "You want me to come with you." "I want you not to die in the next hour. After that, we'll see." She walks. Doesn't look back.

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