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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 56

The night stretched endlessly as we walked, the faint glow of the fire still visible on the horizon. Each step was a battle for me, my injured leg dragging behind like a dead weight, and the fever clinging to my body like an unwelcome companion. Alex walked beside me, his shoulders stiff, his gaze scanning the shadows as though expecting an ambush at any moment.

Just when I thought I couldn't take another step, Alex stopped abruptly.

"There," he said, pointing ahead.

I squinted through the darkness, my eyes landing on the dim outline of a building. A grocery store. The glass doors were shattered, and the windows were smeared with grime and ash, but the sight of it sent a tiny flicker of hope through me.

"Stay close," Alex muttered, his voice low and tense. He didn't wait for a response, stepping ahead and leading the way.