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LAST DAYS ON EARTH

REAL STORY ABOUT THE END DAYS ,I HAVE BEEN INTO A FOUR DAY ADVENTURE INTO UNKOWN WORLD AND HERE IS MY STORY I WANT TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD.

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Chapter 1: The Last Stand

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the remnants of what used to be a bustling city. Skyscrapers, once symbols of ambition, now stood as crumbling monuments to a civilization that had pushed too far, too fast. Jack Miller leaned against the rusting frame of an abandoned car, his breath forming small clouds in the cool evening air.

It had been a year since the Collapse, though it felt like a lifetime. A series of natural disasters, political chaos, and a pandemic had brought society to its knees. The world, as they knew it, had crumbled under the weight of its own excesses. Now, survival was the only law that mattered.

Jack adjusted his worn leather jacket, a relic from the days when fashion still meant something. It was more than just a jacket; it was armor against the harsh realities of this new world. With each passing day, he became more acutely aware of the fragility of existence. Every sound echoed with the potential for danger, every shadow held a threat.

He looked down the street, scanning the debris for any signs of movement. The few remaining souls he had encountered since the Collapse were either too wary to approach or too desperate to trust. Jack had learned the hard way that allies were few and enemies were everywhere. He wasn't about to let his guard down now.

His stomach growled, a reminder that hunger was another relentless enemy. Foraging had become a skill set, one he had honed over months of searching through desolate buildings and overgrown parks. But supplies were dwindling, and today's scavenging run had yielded little more than a half-eaten granola bar and some stale crackers. He'd have to be strategic about his next move.

"Hey!" A voice cut through the stillness, causing Jack to tense. He turned slowly, hand instinctively reaching for the knife sheathed at his side.

Emerging from the shadows was a man, disheveled and gaunt, but his eyes held a spark of determination. "I'm not here to cause trouble."

Jack studied him for a moment. "Then what do you want?"

"I've got information. There's a stash of supplies not far from here, but it's guarded. If you're interested, we could split what we find." The man shifted, his hands raised in a placating gesture.

Jack hesitated. Trust was a rare currency these days, and he had been burned too many times to take risks lightly. "What's your name?" he asked, trying to gauge the sincerity in the stranger's demeanor.

"Ethan," the man replied. "I used to work in logistics before… well, before everything fell apart. I know where to look. I can help you."

Ethan's offer hung in the air, heavy with the weight of possibility. Jack considered his options. Alone, he'd been able to navigate the dangers of this new world, but even the strongest men could benefit from companionship. In a world where every day felt like a battle, a partner could mean the difference between life and death.

"Fine," Jack finally said, lowering his guard just enough to let the tension ease. "Lead the way."

As they moved deeper into the city, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The silence of the streets was unsettling; the only sound was the crunch of debris beneath their feet. He kept his senses sharp, ready for whatever might be lurking in the shadows.

The two men slipped through broken alleyways and past graffiti-covered walls that spoke of a time when hope still existed. They came to a stop outside a dilapidated warehouse, its large doors rusted shut. Ethan produced a crowbar from his backpack and pried one of the doors open with a loud screech.

"Stay close," Jack warned, stepping inside first. The interior was dark, filled with the scent of mildew and rot. Shadows danced along the walls as he flicked on a flashlight, its beam cutting through the thick darkness.

Boxes were scattered throughout the space, some toppled over, others untouched. Jack felt a rush of adrenaline. They might just find something worthwhile. But before he could explore, he heard a faint noise—a scuffle, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps.

"Get down!" Jack hissed, pulling Ethan behind a stack of crates. Heart racing, he strained to listen. The footsteps grew louder, accompanied by muffled voices. They weren't alone.

"Looks like we're not the only ones hunting for supplies," Ethan whispered, fear creeping into his tone.

Jack nodded, his mind racing through possible scenarios. They could make a run for it, but that would mean leaving whatever was in this warehouse behind. And with his stomach rumbling louder than his heart, that wasn't an option.

"Stick close and follow my lead," he said, adrenaline flooding his veins. "We might just be able to turn this to our advantage."

Together, they waited, heartbeats synchronized with the distant footsteps. Jack's mind shifted into survival mode. In this new world, everything was a gamble—trust, resources, even life itself. But as the voices drew nearer, he realized one truth remained unshakeable: in the end, it was all about the last stand.