𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕨

The world did in fact not end with a bang, but a whisper. Nothing was left but a suffocating stillness. The air was thick with ash, the remnants of humanity left to crawl through a poisoned wasteland.

The whispers of those we had lost haunted us. The line between predator and prey had began to blur. The dead did not rest but it was the survivors that plunged the earth into darkness.

I had grew to watch the accustomed look of desperation between my group. Haunted by my past I became a distant memory to those I once looked to for hope. They just didn't understand that biding time wasn't a blessing, it was a curse.

And I realised, as the sky grew white-the end was never the worst part; it was what came after.

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Book series:
Book 1- In the Afterlife
Book 2- Ashes of tomorrow