webnovel

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
Classificações insuficientes
80 Chs

CHAPTER 48

The soldiers didn't stand a chance.

The first wave of zombies hit their line like a wrecking ball, tearing through their formation with terrifying speed. The sound of gunfire roared through the station, but it wasn't enough to drown out the sickening squelch of teeth sinking into flesh or the screams that followed.

Alex dragged me along, his hand iron-tight around my arm as the chaos unfolded behind us. My leg throbbed, each step sending a fresh jolt of pain shooting up my body, but fear kept me moving.

"Keep moving and don't look back," Alex hissed, his voice tight with urgency.

But I couldn't help myself. I glanced over my shoulder—and immediately wished I hadn't.

The scene was a nightmare.