Moruna

Varado en el corazón de una ciudad moribunda, ¿escaparás, intentarás simplemente sobrevivir... o encontrarás una cura?

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🌊 🩸 🧟 Moruna Sellaron la ciudad. No salvaron a las personas que estaban dentro. Cuando un arma biológica revolucionaria mutó a 1,8 millones de personas en asesinos sin mente con rasgos animales, el mundo tomó una decisión: construir un muro. Estacionar barcos. Apostar francotiradores. No dejar salir a nadie, pase lo que pase. El río Estigia se convirtió en la frontera entre los vivos y los condenados. Eso fue hace cuatro años. Ahora Moruna es un mosaico de territorios de pesadilla, cada uno gobernado por un Pálido, los monstruos creados por el suero a través de diversas formas de exposición, poseedores de un poder inimaginable. La Muerte Plateada caza con una gracia terrible. El Aullador mata solo con el sonido. La Vieja Rareza recorre las calles antiguas, y nada de lo que la sigue regresa jamás. Pero los monstruos no son lo único que sobrevivió. En lo profundo de las Madrigueras, un grupo de terroristas acapara una muestra de la misma arma que destruyó la ciudad, esperando una oportunidad para escapar y terminar lo que empezaron. En la zona gris entre la ciudad y el muro, un comandante militar lidera la última fuerza organizada de la Tierra, siguiendo órdenes externas mientras protege en secreto a los supervivientes que se supone debe eliminar. Y en algún lugar de las ruinas, una mujer llamada Vanessa Wei viaja con un hombre que, tú, Tú, quien lo perdió todo durante el incidente. Todos quieren lo mismo: salir. Pero el río Estigia ha resistido durante cuatro años. Los soldados tienen sus órdenes. Los Pálidos tienen sus territorios. Y la verdad sobre lo que ocurrió en aquel laboratorio en aquel fatídico día es un secreto que alguien mataría por proteger. Moruna no quiere que te vayas. Moruna quiere retenerte para siempre. Escapa, encuentra una cura o simplemente intenta sobrevivir. Moruna te mantendrá entretenido de cualquier forma. Hay muchos secretos esperando ser revelados, montones de resultados posibles y giros en la trama. ⚔️ GÉNEROS ⚔️ 💀 Postapocalipsis 🩸 Terror 🏹 Supervivencia ✦ Espero que te diviertas con la historia; este ha sido mi proyecto más grande y detallado hasta la fecha, y espero que lo disfrutes. ✦ 📖 Espero que lo disfrutes. 📖

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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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