Captain Anderson sure loves to talk. My mind drifts; I’m too tired to follow every word, exhaustion pressing in from restless nights. I should speak to Val about these nightmares, about this dragging fatigue-maybe she can help. Around me, Common B fills with crew and the hum of popcorn machines Helen set up. She always ...

By the time my two days in the infirmary are up, I’m itching to get out. Val and Jamie wait outside, huge grins spread across their faces. Both girls kept me company as much as they could during training and ship duties while I was recovering. Asher would come and go whenever he had downtime, ...

I’ve never felt pain like this. My brain reels as I fight for consciousness. “What do you mean she isn’t awake yet?” Asher demands on my right. Someone sighs. “These wounds are tricky. It’s hard to tell when she’ll wake.” A light pressure squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back desperate for comfort. “Izzy?” Val’s ...

“Dress nice, but not black tie,” Lacey reminded herself as she stood in front of the mirror. Syler’s words replayed in her head for what seemed like hours. This was the third and final outfit combination. At last, it felt right. She styled her hair in loose curls, slipped into a green flowy blouse, and ...

Focus on your breathing. This feels like training, except now real-life monsters lurk in the shadows. My heart thuds against my ribs. I force a short laugh, brittle with fear. This isn’t helping. Asher shoots me a questioning glance. He leads our squad through a maze of abandoned cars, moss and vines constricting around each ...