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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 27

The van sputtered once. Twice. And then it died, coasting to a stop in the middle of the road.

"No… no, no, no," my voice cracked, trembling as the weight of the moment hit me like a freight train. I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, my lips quivering with barely contained panic. My heart, which had just started to settle, now decided to go full-on marathon mode in my chest. "This… this is literally the worst possible time for this to happen."

Alex didn't respond. Not a word. He just let out this slow, deep breath—one of those frustratingly calm ones that only made my nerves worse—and leaned his head against the steering wheel. For a moment, I thought maybe he was as freaked out as I was. Maybe. But then, without so much as a sigh of exasperation, he pushed the door open and hopped out.