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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Those bastards had betrayed us. In all honesty, I expected no less from them, I knew I was taking a risk by letting them go. Maybe that's what I was looking for. We had some power with Lando on our side, what I didn't imagine was that they would publish those posters. We'd seen a lot of them. Lando had ended up putting a scarf around his face, it covered his mouth, and although his look remained the same, I imagined it made him feel like he was losing his freedom. In our misfortune, we had had an opportunity, the man whose head had been taken at the same time as Lando's was the man they thought we were when we killed that truck full of soldiers. I'd looked into the Western camp. Mark Webber had been the man behind it. My unit, the Red Bulls, were afraid of him. He had infiltrated our camp one night, stealing the uniform of a soldier who had done I don't know what, and then he had stolen our plans. They were hunting us down. The Western camp had access to all the locations of army trucks. Over a hundred trucks that they could track throughout Wenloria. I was glad to have nothing more to do with him. Shortly after I deserted, he disappeared. Like everyone else, I was convinced that this meant the end of the Western camp. It must have crossed many people's minds. So many people couldn't just change their leader overnight... Then this guy arrived. The man from the poster. I'd only seen him once before in a Rebel gazette. He was passing a message to the army, telling them to stay away from his troops. He was seriously wounded but his face hadn't changed much. He looked thin, small and so fragile, yet his charisma wasn't a lie. This man was made of ice. So to see his photo, next to Lando's, and to learn that he had been injured... Nothing good was coming for the survivors of this country. I had never seen so many sick people as on the road we had taken. Although they had tried to attack us, I had preferred to ignore them. The safety of Number Four was more important than all that.
"Max... Do you think we'll ever be safe?" He sat down next to me. We'd parked in the desert for the night.
"I don't know, Lando. I hope so." I found it hard to lie to him, in fact I could no longer imagine a life without all this. "Right now, we need to get out of here."
"Where's Daniel?"
"Gone to get something to eat. Lando didn't like it when we were away from each other, he got scared easily now that there was a price on his head. "I'll be watching you. I won't move."
"I can't believe Carlos did this... I hate myself for being so stupid."
"That's normal, Lando. They were probably trying to do that... You know, I think he didn't want to tell you any more because he didn't want you to try and go to Venloria. We're fine here. We're safe as long as we keep moving."
"On the screen... On the screen you turned on, there was a blinking dot... Was that me?"
I cleared my throat. Explaining that might have been too much at the moment, but I knew that if I didn't say it, there would be no solution. "When I was a soldier, they used to stink up some of our teams. They'd start separating them into groups. To keep track of us, all our lorries were located, and then one day a lot of dots appeared. I think I understood what it was when I saw a camp being ransacked to find one man. He was a former soldier. A guy had given me the order to find him, I went with my team, and we had two guys from the special forces with us... They didn't tell us how, but they knew he was there." I was trying to be clear, but Lando wasn't stupid, he understood.
