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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 37

The world was a sweltering blur. Every step felt heavier than the last, and the throbbing pain in my leg had transformed into something sharper, almost unbearable. My hands trembled as I clutched Alex's arm for balance, my head tilted low to avoid his gaze. The last thing I wanted was to seem weaker than I already felt.

"Lean on me properly," Alex muttered, his tone clipped.

"I'm fine," I whispered, though the dizziness told me otherwise.

"No, you're not." His voice was firm, almost cold. "If you pass out, I'm not carrying you."

I nodded faintly and adjusted my grip on him, trying to put more weight on my good leg. I hated this—hated feeling like dead weight while Alex bore the brunt of it.