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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."

THE LOST : After The End

The world has always been a dangerous place for a woman—a constant battle of sidestepping shadows and unseen threats. But now? Now it's like the universe has cranked the terror up to unbearable levels, transforming it into something darker, something far worse than it's ever been.

It was a thought I couldn't shake as I sat there, staring at the damp, crumbling wall in front of me.

"Please stop!" Mia's voice rang out, sharp and panicked, cutting through the oppressive silence.

I clenched my jaw and turned my head away, forcing myself not to look at her, not to see what was happening just a few feet away. It didn't matter how many times I told myself not to care; the sound of her cries still tore through me.

CHAPTER 70