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 had to find this man. I could see his face plastered all over the towns we passed. His silly face in that poor-quality photo. He looked stoned. It looked nothing like mine. He was standing in front of a white wall, staring at the camera, looking out of place. I thought there'd been a mistake, that no one had recognized the blonde head I'd been with since our mistake. But they hadn't. We'd been reported. I couldn't understand how he knew I was responsible for all this. Fortunately, he wasn't really concerned. No matter how much I begged him to leave, to stay away from me, he refused. And when I'd foolishly tried to leave in his sleep, he'd forced me to stay. Tears weren't really appropriate at a time like this, he was wounded, I was exhausted from this interminable run, but I wasn't crying. Neither was he, but I was sure I'd seen a tear roll down his cheek as I prepared to leave. I'd wanted to do things right, so we'd gone back to camp. We'd tried to be discreet, and I think it had worked. Then we'd spent an entire evening coming up with a plan. I couldn't get away from them. No one could escape the government forever. Mark had tried to do it, it hadn't even worked.
"Kid, I didn't want to tell you in front of everyone, but... Lewis never came back." Jenson had his hand on the small of my back. An unpleasant shiver had run through my body. From the tips of my toes to the back of my neck. "I don't know if he could have seen it, I don't know if he became a soldier again.... But we were so afraid you'd never come back."
"It's not possible that he became a soldier again. Is it? Tell me the truth."
"I don't know, Oscar, I don't know at all..."
Then we came up with a plan, something unstoppable. I wanted justice for Mark, I wanted to find him, he had done everything for me since the beginning of this plague, I had to find a solution. Now it was Lewis we had to find. I looked around the camp at all the people who were still happy to find me, and I hoped I'd be able to relive it with them one day. The plan was simple: I was going to go off on my own, and do everything I could to make them notice me. I imagined they wouldn't give me a rest, but my objective was simple: I had to avoid them. They'd have to put all their troops on my tail, and I'd have to try to evade them long enough for our camp to move. I'd make them think I was scouting for our next camp, and they'd take me in. To do this, I needed an accomplice, and I knew exactly who I needed. For now, I was just enjoying my time with my second family. It was hard to stay knowing that this would probably be the last time I'd see them. I knew I'd do everything I could to find them again. But I had other plans before I got there. Jenson had promised to keep an eye on Logan so he wouldn't follow me.
So, just like last time, I enjoyed these last moments with all the people I'd grown to love over the past few months. I concentrated on their faces to retain everything I loved about them. If I never saw them again, I'd surely be sad. That's what I kept telling myself in the hope of not making the same mistake a second time. I could barely remember my mother's face, so I hoped I wouldn't make that mistake again. Logan was still injured, and although he was recovering rather quickly, there was no point in risking his life for so little. I'd packed some things, a few clothes and some medical supplies. I'd been forced to say a few words. I still didn't like it, but it was the only way to make the farewell less sudden. I wouldn't end up like Mark, wherever he was, I'd never get lost in the bloody F.I.A. premises.
