SURVIVORS

Ch. 34~ Lana

Hello lovely readers!

So, as you may have guessed, this is the last chapter in the book. I want to thank you guys for sticking with me throughout this whole thing. Tell me your feelings! Tell me how you liked it! What the heck, tell me anything. Tell me about your day, tell me a joke. 

Anyway, if you like dystopian, check out my other book Fifthblood. Also, if you have a book, comment it here! You read all the way through mine so I should read all the way through yours. 

Thank you again, I am indebted to you. I am eternally grateful.

Last time: King creature met his demise at the hands of a bullet shot by Lana. 

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There was a celebration that night. Fireworks and all. It wasn't a celebration that we found the cure to the bacteria, it was a celebration that the human race wouldn't go extinct. We sat out on the lawns of the surrounding houses and in the street that laid between them on various types of chairs. To our great surprise, all the littles were alive when we got back to HQ, and all because of clever little Grace and Lilly, who decided to use the fireworks in their favor. Vicky had actually woken up from her 16 hour nap just to witness the fireworks-- an event none of us had seen since the beginning. I held Chase's hand the entire time. We watched the bursts of color explode from the blackness of the night sky, letting their light reflect off the tears in all of our eyes. Tears because we were going to be okay, tears because it was all over; tears because we all had a future. We would finish building the wall around the city. We would disinfect California. I would live to be more than 21 years old. I would make that trip over to Russia to send out the counter-bacteria with Chase, Mort, and AJ and we would return safely. I would make the trip to England with Chase... and our baby that I didn't even know was growing inside me.

Some people are destined for greatness. Others have it handed to them. And some, like us, have it thrust upon us like a child nobody wants. But greatness is a funny thing. It's only given to you when you've really been through something. It isn't just earned by saving the kitten out of the tree. Greatness comes when you've risked your life to save someone else's, watched your friends die right in front of you, your life never so full of people but never so lonely either, when you've somehow lived through life and death three times over... I guess you couldn't call that living, you'd call it surviving. So that's where we get our name.

We are the survivors.