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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
Classificações insuficientes
80 Chs

CHAPTER 51

As we walked, the sunlight didn't feel as cruel anymore, but that didn't mean the world felt any kinder. My head was swimming, the fever digging its claws deeper into me with every step. I could feel it—like a storm brewing inside me, ready to rip through my body at any moment.

Alex had stopped a few feet ahead of me, pulling the map from his jacket pocket. He unfolded it with a frustrated flick of his wrist, the paper crinkling loudly in the stillness.

"Where the hell are we?" he muttered under his breath, scanning the faded lines and marks.

I stood a few paces behind him, swaying slightly as I tried to keep my balance. The air felt too heavy, each breath a labor. I wanted to tell him to hurry up, to just pick a direction and move, but my mouth was too dry to form the words.