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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 34

The morning came too soon. I barely slept, haunted by fragmented dreams of Sarah, her son and Isla. When I woke, Alex was already up, leaning against the window and scanning the perimeter. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were hard, the weight of whatever thoughts he was wrestling with evident on his face.

"Breakfast is ready," he said without looking at me, his tone clipped.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, the stale smell of the room clinging to my clothes. "What time is it?"

"Doesn't matter," Alex replied, finally turning to face me. "Eat fast. We've got a lot to figure out."

I didn't press further. The tension in the air didn't leave much room for small talk. We headed back to George's makeshift dining area—a room that was far too extravagant for the crumbling building it was in. George was already there, seated at the head of the table with a smug grin on his face, eating what looked like actual eggs and bacon. A luxury.

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