When life throws different people into the middle of an apocalypse and the end of the world approaches, it's a matter of survival for all of them.
This is the story of the survivors, those who have seen their loved ones die to protect them. The one...
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I couldn't remember life before all of this. Before the virus, before the ruined buildings, before the destroyed lives. Everything that had been taken from me from the very moment I was locked up there. There were many of us. More than we had ever been, and yet, I felt terribly alone. I had seen my friends flee, or die for some. I had never wanted to join this unit, I would have preferred to join my brothers on the other side. At the very beginning of the pandemic, when the president demanded that some of the men join the ranks to save the country, as he said. I had chosen to go there. I didn't really care about my life anymore. I was working in Valoria, the capital. Where I had seen buildings so tall that I thought they reached the sky. My family was proud of me, I worked for the Rossa company, a multinational oil company. It was famous. I was happy to make my father proud. Then everything had changed. My life as a white-collar worker had changed completely with this damn virus.
I didn't like my job anymore when my father died. My mother was so devastated. My brother was to take over the family business, and I had to continue to bring money home. When my company closed after being renewed by the government to supply war resources. I found myself unemployed. I was relieved. Then I heard my mother tell Lorenzo that if I didn't do anything, we wouldn't have enough to eat. I still remember very well the day I was recruited. I was looking for a job, I was in the city centre, when it was still flamboyant. A man in uniform had approached me, flyers in hand, it was the very beginning of propaganda. The face of a proud man, a blond man with blue eyes, a determined look at the country. That's what this man had sold me. I had been too stupid. I thought my family would get the support that the government promised. They had never arrived. And I was still stuck there. The last time I saw my brothers was when we destroyed a Rebel camp. I had destroyed everything, without thinking about the lives of these people. Another soldier held Arthur's arm. I had seen the fear in his eyes. I knew him by heart. I still hoped to get to know him. I had my helmet on, my face was hidden, he didn't know it was me. I had told my comrade to let him go. Carlos had done it. He asked me why and when I said he was too young to go through this, I don't think he believed me.
I had put the headphones back on, looking for the station on which the group of Rebels we were following were talking. They used the radio to get the messages across to other parts of their camps. We didn't know who was controlling them. The identity of their leader was unknown, and I was supposed to guess who it was. I had traced the whole map of the city, where their encampments were, their movements, everything they did. I had estimated their number, but I didn't really know what to believe. I had been asked to keep an eye on the Red Bull units, but a truck had not returned. I thought it had something to do with the Western camp. They must have wanted to find their former leader, but he was ours now. They had locked him up, I didn't really know where, I didn't even want to know.
"Charles? Are you lost in your thoughts? Carlos shook my shoulder. The repetitive noise of the GPS did not leave my brain. "Man, you really need to wake up. We have to work. »
