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THE LOST : After The End

In a post-apocalyptic world, you'll find four main types of people. Those who fight with all their might "the hunters." The ones who leech and exploit others "the pests." The predators, who see everyone as prey. And lastly, we have "the survivors," the resilient ones who never give up. Everyone often fits into one category, but it's hard to determine which one Maya falls into. She's not exactly a fighter, considering leaving her room was a chore even before the apocalypse. A predator? No way—she's always been a pushover. You might think she's a survivor, but that's laughable. She'd rather die from starvation than resort to scavenging. So, how should we categorize her? leeche? Nope. Perhaps a new category is needed: "The Lost"—those struggling to find their place in a shattered world."

Donna_Sheldon · Sci-fi
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40 Chs

CHAPTER 15

I barely had time to think before Alex was grabbing things, tossing them in a bag like we had some kind of shot at surviving whatever was slamming into our door. I darted into the kitchen, where my old bag sat. I threw open cabinets, suffing my bag with every scrap of food I could find: cans of beans, stale crackers, even some dusty oatmeal packets that probably hadn't been touched in years. I could barely think straight. All I could feel was the pressure, the urgency, the sheer terror clawing up my spine.

We stuffed the bags as fast as possible. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst.