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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 · Ciencia y ficción
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CHAPTER 16

We stayed in that basement just long enough to catch our breath. Alex paced around, checking his bag, muttering under his breath, and casting glances up the stairs every few seconds. I just sat there, knees pulled to my chest, clutching my own bag like it might be the last thing I would ever hold. The silence hung heavy, broken only by the faint sounds of shuffling feet above.

Finally, Alex looked at me and nodded, his gaze as cold as ice. "We can't stay here. Let's go find somewhere more secure."

I nodded, not trusting my voice to stay steady if I spoke. It didn't matter that my legs still felt like jelly or that my heart hadn't stopped racing since we climbed down that rope. I just knew that staying here was about as good as giving up.