The Other Breed

stripped away the last vestiges of his hope. Despite this, he had never expected his body to activate its hidden abilities in the midst of all the horror. Ye

o long, had been forced to surface due to the desperation of surviving against the on slaught of the dead. The very essence of his survival had become entwined with that violent awakening. But it wasn't ju

ught he had it too easy after all, survival in the post-apocalyptic world was anything but easy. Now, here he stood, in the very first moments of his new life, tryi

for sustenance, for safety, for something he could hold onto. He had no particular destination in mind, only the vague sense that he needed to move,

ng. But then, as quickly as it had begun, the calm sensation turned into something far more sinister. His vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness crashed over him. The grou

orever. Slowly, as if pulled from the depths of an ocean, his mind began to claw its way back to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered open, but the world

the surface of the lake, the clear water beneath him shimmering in the sunlight.

was already there. The space between him and the shore had disappeared in

d unlocked something far more elusive, something that felt like it could change everything. "Space co

ousness alone, but to his frustration, the result was far from perfect. His clothes remained damp, and he could feel the faint pressure of exhaustion creeping up on hi

aos. But there were limits, of course. As with all things, power had its boundaries. He couldn't change the environment around him he couldn't shift entire build

to race. He could move things in and out of the space he had accessed, transporting

thing disappeared as if it had never existed, and he c

ace, could he do the same with people? Could he hide from the world, retreat to a place of

his newfound abilities, Mike attention was

ing about it made him uneasy. He quickly stepped into the house that he had made his temporary refu

on the 8th. He had been unconscious for a full day and night. Panic surged through him. Time was running out. Even if he started immediate

and other essentials. Using his space consciousness, he moved everything into the hidden space, ensuring that the house would be empty and ready for whatever came next

s, and everything he thought he might need. He didn't waste any time thinking about what was unnecess

felt like he was playing house like a child surrounded by toys, pretending to be in control of a world that wasn't real. It was a bizarre feeling, one that made him s

oughts away. No

ve. It was a purchase made in haste, not an ideal solution, but it would have to do for now. He drove it into the garage, locking it behind him before retreating into the safety of t

ld items. The workers had taken hours to unload the goods, but it didn't matter. As soon as they were gone, he began to move everything into the space. It too

tching the white clouds drift by. The quiet was deafening. It felt as though he was

t be filled, no matter how many things he gathered, no matter how much he tried to prepare. This sense of isolation was

he could hardly breathe. The world outside was closing in, the zombi