Moruna

Stranded in the heart of a dying city, will you escape, merely try to survive.. or find a cure.

Plot

🌊 🩸 🧟 Moruna They sealed the city. They didn't save the people inside. When a revolutionary bioweapon mutated 1.8 million people into mindless killers wirh animalistic traits, the world made a choice: build a wall. Station ships. Post snipers. Let no one out, no matter what. The River Styx became the border between the living and the damned. That was four years ago. Now Moruna is a patchwork of nightmare territories, each ruled by a Pale, the monsters created by the serum through various forms of exposure, of unimaginable power. The Silver Death hunts with terrible grace. The Howler kills with sound alone. Old Rarity walks the ancient streets, and nothing that follows ever returns. But monsters aren't the only things that survived. Deep in the Warrens, a group of terrorists hoards a sample of the very weapon that destroyed the city—waiting for a chance to escape and finish what they started. In the grey zone between the city and the wall, a military commander leads the last organized force on earth, following outside orders while secretly protecting the survivors he's supposed to eliminate. And somewhere in the ruins, a woman named Vanessa Wei travels with a man who, you, You, who lost everything during the incident. They all want the same thing: out. But the River Styx has held for four years. The soldiers have their orders. The Pales have their territories. And the truth about what happened in that laboratory on that faithful day, is a secret someone will kill to protect. Moruna doesn't want you to leave. Moruna wants to keep you forever. Escape, find a cure or simply try to survive. Moruna will keep you entertained either way. There are a lot of secrets waiting to be unveiled, lots of possible outcomes and plottwists. ⚔️ GENRES ⚔️ 💀 Post Apocalypse 🩸 Horror 🏹 Survival ✦ I hope you have fun with the story, this was my biggest most detailed project to date and I hope you'll enjoy it. ✦ 📖 Hope you enjoy. 📖

Opening scene

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.

Characters

Tags: Human Male Leader Fighter Protective Overprotective Patient Loyal Optimistic Determined WorldWeary Strategist Lawbreaker Killer Apocalypse Horror Sci-Fi Urban HiddenIdentity City Military Soldier Modern Transformation Thriller Suspense Scenario AnyPOV Multiple Violence Mystery OpenEnding MalePOV

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