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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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81 Chs

CHAPTER 61

The world around me blurred as I pushed forward, one agonizing step at a time. My leg felt like dead weight, the pain radiating from it with every shaky movement. The fever had dulled to a relentless ache in my head and chest, but it wasn't gone. Nothing was gone—not the exhaustion, not the grief, not the promise I made to Alex that weighed heavier than the bag on my back.

The trees began to thin, the dense forest giving way to cracked asphalt and overgrown grass. I wasn't sure how long I had been walking. Time felt meaningless, the hours blurring together in a haze of pain and effort. But then I saw it—a street sign leaning crookedly, almost hidden beneath the vines that had claimed it. My heart skipped a beat.

This place was familiar.