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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 · Ficção Científica

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80 Chs

CHAPTER 25

My leg burned with every step, and my body felt like it was about to give out, but Alex wasn't slowing down. If anything, he was half-dragging, half-carrying me as we made our way through the ruined streets. The explosions hadn't stopped—if anything, they were getting closer. Every blast sent shockwaves through my chest, and the air was thick with smoke and ash.

The world felt like it was crumbling around us, and for all I knew, it actually was.

"Can we stop?" I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alex didn't even look at me. "No."

"Just for a second," I pleaded, nearly tripping over a piece of rubble.

"You wanna rest? Fine," he said, finally pausing and turning to me. "But we do it there." He pointed to a half-collapsed building a few yards ahead. It didn't look much safer than the street, but I didn't have the energy to argue.

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