Maya "This is a terrible idea. Why am I the only one seeing it? I can't leave Lydia here," I spoke for the fifth time. I had been standing in this spot for the past thirty minutes, trying to reason with the group I had been moving with. Five years ago, the world as I knew it changed. The sky turned red, which was closely followed by acid rain. Then came the dead who wouldn't stay dead. For two years after the apocalypse began, my husband, my best friend Lydia, and I did all we could to survive. I did most of the searching, plunging myself into danger for scraps. Three years ago, we had been fortunate to meet this group, ten other people we moved with. I had come to love these people as my family and would do anything to ensure they all remained alive. My eyes moved across the room. We were in an abandoned bookstore, with toppled shelves, torn pages scattered across the floor, and broken glass crunching underfoot. "If we leave anyone behind, they will not survive. Using someon
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