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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 64

As I ate, the dizziness I had been fighting all day began to creep back. My eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, and my thoughts became sluggish.

"You look like you're about to pass out," he said, his voice softer now.

"I'm fine," I lied, though even I could hear how unconvincing it sounded.

"You've been through hell," he said, his gaze piercing. "Get some rest. I'll watch over you."

I tried to nod, but my head felt too heavy. The world around me seemed to blur, the edges softening until only his face remained clear.

The last thing I saw was the faint smile on his lips.

I woke up to darkness.