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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He hadn't made it easy. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'd left everything in my hands the second those soldiers had locked him in their truck. A gigantic A on this one. Which soon indicated that he was going to be locked up. I'd loved him like a father. After losing everything, Mark had been there to take me in and teach me how to survive. I didn't really know who he was before, I never asked myself. I just knew that in this new life, in this new context, I needed him as a father figure. He'd always been intelligent, he always knew what he was doing. Even though he'd warned me he might get arrested, I'd always believed he'd have a plan. In the end, his solution had been to sell himself. Mark had offered his life in exchange for ours. I wasn't the only one who had lost him. We were probably the largest survivor camp. That's probably why they'd arrested him. They hoped to destroy us from within, that without a leader, we'd be lost.
None of their plans had worked. The second Mark had been handcuffed, I could see from his smile that this was what he wanted. He'd wanted to be arrested so we wouldn't be suspected again. There weren't just a dozen of us, there were a hundred of us who wanted to get him out of there, but it wasn't the right time. For the time being, we had to get ready to face them. The Western camp was a powerhouse compared to other camps. Teamwork was the key. We were organized and meticulous. We had destroyed Rebel camps that threatened to attack us, as well as our troops destroying military trucks. We wanted them to be so scared of us that even Mark would hear about it. I think it was working so far. It had taken us six months to rebuild from the loss of our leader, and a year to become the most powerful group of survivors in the region.
"Kimi, how much longer are you planning to sulk?"
"I don't understand Oscar. Ravenmoor? Really?" We were in council, and I'd tried to convince them to go back there. We'd seen trucks there with Logan, and it wasn't the first time. "I think it's taking a risk for nothing. If I tell you, it's really useless."
Kimi was one of the rebel group leaders we had destroyed. He'd been injured during his fight with Mark, and the idiot had decided to nurse him back to health. Now I was left with this burnt head that prevented me from following my instincts.
"He's right, Oscar, you shouldn't take risks for nothing." Now Logan was getting into it. I sighed. "Don't react like that... But I don't want to lose anyone again with your stupid ideas."
"It was their fault. They took the risk on their own to go into the forest. Nobody's stupid enough to do that."
"They were and you did nothing to stop them, Oscar." I shrugged, Logan was probably right, but I wasn't their father. Mark had that role, I was none of those things. "Don't sigh like that."
"If you're not as good a leader as Mark thought you were, leave that role to me." Kimi had laughed. I'd sighed again. There were a dozen of us around that table, all trying to convince me this was a bad idea.
"He's got a point, Oscar, what are you going to do against them?" Jenson seemed tired of my behavior.
"I don't know. Take one of theirs?" They knew I was making fun of them, but to be honest, I didn't know. He'd sighed again. "Jenson. We've got to show we're still here."
