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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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40 Chs

CHAPTER 30

The sunlight hit my face the moment we stepped outside, blinding me for a second. The heat was brutal, making the air feel heavier with each breath. My leg throbbed with every step I took, and I couldn't hide the small gasps of pain that slipped out.

Alex noticed, of course. He always did, even if he pretended not to care.

"You need to let me know if you can't keep going," he said, his voice flat but not unkind.

"I'm fine," I murmured, gripping his arm tighter for support.

He didn't respond, just adjusted his pace to match mine. For a moment, it was almost... quiet. No snark, no arguments. Just the sound of our footsteps crunching against the cracked pavement and the distant hum of the wind whipping through the hollowed-out buildings.

I didn't know if I liked it or if it scared me more.