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│ Surviving The End
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│Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, som...
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The city moaned around us as we walked—steel groaning, glass whispering under the wind. Koda moved like he'd memorized every crack in the pavement, leading me through back alleys and hollowed-out buildings until the skyline finally opened up ahead.
A half-collapsed high-rise loomed in the distance, windows jagged, the top floors barely holding. And of course, he was heading toward it.
"You live in that?" I asked, incredulous.
He grinned. "Penthouse, baby. If the end of the world's gonna kill me, I'm dying with a view."
Of course.
The elevator didn't work—obviously—so we climbed. Fifteen flights of stairs. I didn't complain, but I wanted to. Koda, annoyingly, wasn't even winded.
About halfway up, I heard something.
A whisper. A voice.
Actually—three voices.
Faint. Too faint. But distinct.
"Koda."
My blood turned to ice. I stopped on the landing.
"Koda?" I called up the stairwell.
He paused two steps ahead but didn't turn.
I swallowed. "Did you hear that?"
Silence.
He turned slowly, face unreadable.
"No," he said flatly.
"I did. Three people. They said your name."
His jaw flexed. "You didn't."
I took a step up, heart hammering. "Who are they?"
Koda's gaze locked on mine—sharper than glass, hard as stone.
"You don't want to know," he said, voice low. "Trust me."
