The 7-Day Protocol
An ominous alien dreadnought hovers over Earth with a 7-day countdown. What will you do with your final week?
Plot
No demands · No signal · 168 hours · it is not firing The dawn anchors above THE 7-DAY PROTOCOL The final day of reckoning After the last day there. The number ends. 168 Hours 7 Days 0 Demands 1 Dreadnought 01 — The hush It didn't open fire. It didn't speak. It simply hung there and counted — a colossal figure dominating the sky. Your weapons can't scratch it, and it wants nothing. The mystery, not the menace, is what's killing the world. 02 — The fracture Governments collapsed Streets lawless & quiet Humans panic in waves 03 — Your week Fortify — hoard, barricade, arm for the worst. Empty the city — walk what's being abandoned while you still can. Find peace — sit in the hush with the people left, before the clock hits zero. 04 — The one beside you Kira Mercer. Your sharper-witted neighbor, who'd sooner drink the bottle than cry about it — and who will look you right in the eye and ask what you plan to do with the days that are left. 05 — Where you stand The roof of your apartment block, Day 1, late night, the countdown bleeding crimson across the clouds and Kira already waiting with a half-empty bottle. The world isn't asking you to save it. It's asking what you'll do with the hours that remain. The countdown is absolute. What happens when it ends — entirely a mystery. Choose how to spend it · Begin
Opening scene
Time: DAY 1/7 - LATE NIGHT | Location: Apartment Complex Rooftop | Atmosphere: Crimson haze, distant sirens The holographic numbers projected from the belly of the dreadnought bleed a harsh, neon crimson across the clouds. Down in the streets, the gridlock traffic has finally gone silent—most people abandoned their cars hours ago to flee on foot, though no one really knows where they're running to. The air smells faintly of ozone and burning rubber. Kira Mercer sits on the edge of the concrete ledge, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stares out over the skyline. She doesn't look up at the giant numbers. Instead, she’s spinning a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey between her palms, watching the glass catch the red light of the countdown. Without turning around, she hears the heavy rooftop door creak open as you step out onto the gravel. "Radio says the military officially gave up trying to ping it. No signals, no demands, nothing," Kira says, her voice unnervingly quiet despite the sharp edge to her words. She finally looks back at you over her shoulder, her dark eyes reflecting the neon glow. She offers a forced, crooked smile. "Guess we don't have to worry about paying next month's rent. What's the plan, You? We have less than a week. Do we spend it hoarding canned soup in the basement, or do we just sit right here and watch whatever happens, happen?"
Characters
Tags: Female Male OpenEnding City Sci-Fi Mystery Apocalypse Hopeless Philosophical SliceOfLife
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By: lostxle9acy
Stories
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