The office remained swallowed by silence, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and anxiety. After a few minutes, a light knock sounded on the metal door. It slowly opened, revealing Mohammed standing there, calm as always, wearing a long gray coat, his eyes betraying no emotion.
Mohamed (in a low voice):
“You called for me, Sheriff Jacky?
Jacky gestured for him to enter without looking up.
Jacky:
“Come in, Mohamed. We have serious matters to discuss... and I believe you are the only one capable of handling them.”
Mohamed walked in quietly, sat before Jacky’s desk, placed his hat on his knees, and waited patiently.
Jacky (looking directly into his eyes):
“What I am about to say is not written in reports, nor spoken before witnesses. Marco is not merely preventing me from investigating the assassinations... there is something deeper... something filthy.”
He paused for a moment, then continued.
“Sarah told me that Mayor Gerard is behind the killings... and that Marco is covering for him. The law has changed... and you know what that means.”
Mohamed (meeting his gaze steadily):
“It means innocent lives are in danger.”
Jacky:
“Exactly. And now... it is no longer only about protecting them... it is about exposing the true face of those ruling this hell. Sarah says you are the only one who can reach the man everyone fears. I want to know... is that true?”
Mohamed sighed slowly.
Mohamed:
“Yes... I know who he is. But reaching him comes at a price. Not money... but loyalty that cannot be undone. I will speak to him... but after that, do not ask me how or when.”
Jacky (sharply):
“Mohamed... if I learn that you are playing both sides, I will not hesitate. I respect you... but I trust no one right now.”
Mohamed gave a faint smile.
Mohamed:
“Neither do I... not even myself.”
The two men fell silent for a moment. Then Mohamed bowed his head slightly, rose to his feet, and picked up his hat.
Mohamed:
“I will go now. If I do not return within forty-eight hours... tell my brother I tried.”
Jacky:
“Wait... your brother? Who is your brother?”
Mohamed paused just before leaving.
Mohamed:
“I will leave that for you to discover yourself.”
Then he walked out of the office, leaving behind only shadows of secrets and unease.
Moments of deadly silence filled the room as Jacky wandered around the office, as if it were the final night of his life. It made him realize that life was not worth dying for—but it was worth dying while fighting against. A truth people had either ignored or refused to seek.
Jacky lit a cigarette, growling as he spoke:
Jacky:
“Who is Mohamed’s brother? And what kind of brother does he have? I must find out... even if it costs me my life.”
The door opened once more.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkCSuCDYslA
Sarah entered dressed in military gear and was wearing a breathing mask. She approached Jacky carrying an AK-47 and several official documents, placing them on his desk while he smoked.
Jacky:
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Sarah (with confidence and courage):
“I’m going with Mohamed and his team.”
Jacky:
“You are not even a member of his squad... I doubt he will agree.”
Sarah:
“This is not open for debate. Ryan is going too, and he is not one of them either. Besides... this is my chance to see him again.”
Jacky:
“Ryan is going? Why? And do you really think you will find Mohamed’s brother?”
Sarah:
“It is not about whether I find him. What matters is whether I can convince him to come back with us... to leave that poisoned zone they call the Last Silence.”
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Even the air inside Jacky’s office seemed to freeze, as though the entire city were holding its breath.
But elsewhere far from the cold walls of the office another journey had already begun... one leading into a world where only whispers of danger dared to echo.
The unseen camera of fate moved into the depths of Tunnel Z-47, where light barely escaped through the corroded steel cracks in the walls.
A murky green gas slithered across the ground like a serpent, curling around ankles and creeping silently into the lungs. Its color alone spoke of death not a swift death, but one that was slow... agonizing... as though the earth itself punished those who dared to walk upon it.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtgb4SfEkZm
On either side of the path leading outward, charred human skeletons lay scattered. Some were covered in thick layers of black mold.
Others were not human at all.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmeN1TGn5l
Grotesque creatures with oversized heads, shriveled limbs, and twisted bodies forms made more for suffering than survival.
Here, in this poisoned void, nothing was natural... and no one returned whole.
Mohamed stood motionless among them.
Like a statue carved from resolve, he gripped a Russian AK-15 assault rifle, his expression hardened by determination.
Behind him stood his squad of ten in formation, each armed with the same weapon reflections of a man who no longer had room for fear.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ20RLvhPQ8P
All except for two.
Sami, tall and calm-eyed, carried a Dragunov SVD sniper rifle, holding it as though it were part of his own body.
Omar, restless in the eyes yet focused in stance, had a Barrett M82 sniper rifle slung across his back, a long samurai sword strapped to his waist, and an old blood-stained Kalashnikov resting on his shoulder.
At the mouth of the tunnel, Mohammed came to a halt.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrYnXaee7UG
He turned slowly to face his team. His voice cut through the filters of their gas masks.
Mohamed:
“This is the edge of the Last Silence. Beyond this point lies the Exiled Sector of Mustapha.”
Only the sound of breathing answered him.
“I will not soften the truth. What awaits us out there... it is worse than anything you have imagined. The creatures are not easy to kill. The traps are clever. And the humans? They traded away what made them human.”
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Dressed in dark military gear and a full breathing mask, only her eyes were visible.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIx40IeFw2Q
They showed no fear.
Sarah:
“What exactly are we facing? Creatures? Traps? Or people who sold their souls?”
Mohamed nodded slowly.
Mohamed:
“Everything you just named... and more. Our mission is to reach the underground laboratory, secure the data, and get out. No screaming. No hesitation. No turning back.”
Omar spoke, his voice low, almost like a troubled whisper.
Omar:
“And if your brother is there...?”
Mohamed looked directly into his eyes.
The answer was already written upon his face, but he gave it words.
Mohamed:
“I will bring him back... alive or broken. What matters is that he does not remain there.”
A heavy silence descended.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDQXXBQ7vQO
Then, as though every one of them had reached the same decision at once, fingers tightened around weapons and eyes fixed upon the towering iron gate.
Mohamed:
“From this moment on... we are ghosts. No sound. No mercy. Complete the mission—or do not return.”
The great metal door began to slide open with a scream of grinding steel.
And hell was waiting beyond it.
Flashback
In the deepest chambers of Mohamed’s memory, one scene remained carved into his soul:
A brutal clash with his brother, Mustapha, in the poisoned heart of the Last Silence Zone.
A place where death asked for no permission...and where brothers became sworn enemies.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVX2yqnFoyO
Amid the swirling green gas, the two men stood face to face, both clad in full protective suits and sealed masks.
Their expressions were hidden.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA44PAJVJaU
But their eyes burned with naked hatred.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGOZ9HKD9HS
From behind his mask, Mustapha’s voice rang out, hoarse and trembling with rage:
Mustapha:
“Everything I have become... all this pain I owe it to you, Mohammed! You betrayed me! You betrayed our dreams... and left me here to rot!”.
Mohamed’s voice was cold and unshaken, like steel forged in sorrow.
Mohammed:
“You chose this path, Mustapha. I did not place the knife in your hand, nor the poison in your thoughts. Do not blame me for your weakness.”
A roar of fury tore through the mist as Mustapha lunged with his blade a Japanese katana slicing through the air like thunder.
Mohamed drew his own sword and met the strike head-on.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwBMUfJsMg
Steel clashed against steel in the choking fog, every blow ringing like a funeral bell.
The battle was savage.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkG024fB1V
Their movements were blindingly fast, each strike more desperate than the last.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1BOG0g7QV2
Sparks flew.
Boots slid across the poisoned earth.
Their muffled grunts became the only rhythm in that dance of death.
Then came the decisive moment.
Mohamed spun, slipped through Mustapha’s defense, and drove his sword forward straight toward his brother’s chest.
But in the blink of an eye, another figure leaped between them.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLwTqLRfbU
A boy.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd9pYzGhRDH
Eighteen years old.
Brave or foolish. No one could say.
The blade pierced his abdomen.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBIn7v0iNZg
Blood sprayed across his white mask.
His body crumpled like severed strings.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLffjytR8eu
Time froze.
Mustapha caught the boy before he struck the ground, cradling him in trembling arms.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2lkP9ZnS0D
His eyes burned through the visor of his mask as he turned back toward Mohamed.
Mustapha:
“You will pay for this, Mohamed,” he hissed. “I swear by his blood... you will pay dearly.”
And with that, Mustapha vanished into the mist, carrying the dying boy in his arms.
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